At 18, if someone had said to me, "I think you should go to rehab and get cleaned up," I would have thought, "You're fucking mad."

When you're young, you're stupid. You do silly things. I did it (the O-Z-Z-Y tattoo across his knuckles) when I was 14. I was in jail for something. I could have had it removed, but why? It's my trademark. People stop me and say, 'Let me have a look at your hand.'

Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?

I always feel like I am on the dark side of the tracks. I feel I'm no good. I can't read.

Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.

I've listened to Preachers, I've listened to fools. I've worshipped the dropouts, who've made their own rules.

Black illusion is all I ever see.