In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

I think I've become a much better singer and a much better player. Years and years of playing a couple of hours every day will do that.

I believe this is Heaven to no one else but me.

Music gave me a sense that I was worthwhile and that I had something of value to offer the world even though everybody was telling me that I didnt.

I want to be alone. Sympathies wasted on my hollow shell. I feel there's nothing left to fight for. No reason for a cause.

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.

Cause I rely on my illusions, to keep me warm at night. I've denied in my capacity to love, and I am willing to give up this fight