I am searching for the truth. Somewhere, it's in the music.
The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.
Hitler's brothers are on the rise, they're wearing everyday disguises.
Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair
I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me.
I like doing the crossword puzzle in the New York Times, not watching E! on TV.