If that's the only thing that's stopping war then thank God for the bomb.

Evil thoughts and evil doing, cold, alone, you hang in ruins.

Hating people isn’t a productive way of living. So what’s the point in hating anyone? There’s enough hate in the world as it is, without me adding to it.

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.

As long as there are kids who are pissed off and have no real way in venting out that anger, heavy metal will live on.

Destiny planned out, I don't need no hand out.

Every shopaholic needs an accomplice.