Tired faith all worn and thin, for all we could have done, and all that could have been.

His perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain Demands devotion, atrocities done in his name.

The Grammys make me hate music, and certainly everyone in the ass-licking music industry.

Being a rock & roll star has become as legitimate a career option as being an astronaut or a policeman or a fireman.

When I look at people that I would like to feel have been a mentor or an inspiring kind of archetype of what I'd love to see my career eventually be mentioned as a footnote for in the same paragraph, it would be, like, Bowie.

I want to do something that matters.

God is dead, and no one cares! If there is a hell I'll see you there!