Well, darkness with humor... I'm not an extremely suicidal or sad person.
I'm the product of 6 million years of evolution? Come on, man. I crawled out of a swamp yesterday.
And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere. I also can't believe that people like Stalin and Hitler are gonna go to the same place as Mother Teresa.
Instead of slashing my wrists, I just write a bunch of really crummy songs.
Some people say I'm a pussy. I say, you are what you eat.
I had hit a critical period in my life, where I changed very much as a person. I consider the person I used to be, dead, and I'm glad that he is. Insecure, frightened, confused, much like a lot of people I know today.