“The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.”

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.

Violence isn’t always evil. What’s evil is the infatuation with violence.

Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just…in between.

How can I set free anyone who doesn’t have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it’s a lie – people claim they want to be free

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces.

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it.

A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.

How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don’t really want to be free?