Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.

We're going off the rails on a crazy train.

I'm dyslexic, I have attention-deficit disorder, and I've got something like a hereditary tremor.

The bike went up in the air and landed on my back. It broke my neck, smashed my collarbone and splinters of bone severed my main artery. My lung filled up with blood. I severed my nerves and to this day I have no feeling there.

Dogs smoke in France.

Pink Floyd was music for rich college kids, and we were the exact f**king opposite of that.

Black illusion is all I ever see.