I'm not taking things quite so seriously as before. Especially myself.

I'm not a martyr, just a musician who dies for your sins. Oh, that's what a martyr is? Very well then, I am a martyr, if you insist.

If Bono can release an album out of nowhere then so can I!

If I was made of chocolate I would melt myself in a car to ruin the interior.

My heart is a weatherballoon caught in an updraft of a chinese tax percentage, the tax percentages are unequivocaaaaaaaaaal, Unequivocaaaaaaaaal. This is the sort of lyrics you could never think of, loser. Here's a razorblade go cut yourself

Build gaps in your life. Pauses. Proper pauses.

Have I told you I have cancer? It's a very special kind of cancer. Cancer of the soul.