I feel the madness creeping slowly. Loved by many I'm still lonely.
I we are born to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of living life if it just contradicts?
All that I've learned has faded away.
Karma is real, it balances the universe.
I wrote 90 percent of the record in prison. A lot of people wonder, "How the hell did you do that?" I just pretty much played drums on my legs with my hands and while I did that, I would hum the guitar parts and sing the melodies of the songs.
I've been down a long road, but I promise you, it gets better.