On the surface I'm a mild mannered person, that's until you scratch the animal inside.

If I told you God was black, what would you think of that?

The soul needs attention like the body needs to breath.

You say your image is new, but it looks well tested.

In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.

Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.

Now I'm grown up and playing in a band.