Alot of my lyrics are about beating my children. 'Hit the bottom and escape' is a cry for help. oh god someone stop me

There are a lot of things I cannot do, such as eat books and read chicken.

I'm baking stories, and singing cookies, oh the tonderous wimes!

I've been reading a book lately. That book is Thom Yorke, and the conclusion is that he's brilliant.

My father beat me with a curtain rod when I was nine, (That was) the inspiration for Creep

Mephostopheles is the name of a male gigolo I knew. When he's reaching up to grab me, I suppose it's an erotic bit of poetry.

I guess I am narcisstic, but only in the sense that I am brilliant and tortured as well