Underachievers Of The World Unite, You Have

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.

The Music Is All. People Should Die For It. People Are Dying For Everything Else, So Why Not The Music?

When You Think The Night Has Seen Your Mind, That Inside Your Twisted And Unkind, Let Me Stand To Show That You Are Blind. Please Put Down You Hands Cause I See You. I'll Be You Mirror.

How Could You Even Dream Or Think Something Of Someone Who Is As Uncommercial As I Am?

Perfect Night Has That Magic And It Has The Raw Energy That Grabs You By The Throat.