“Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy.”

It’s a sad man my friend who’s livin’ in his own skin and can’t stand the company.

Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

A time comes when you need to stop waiting for the man you want to become and start being the man you want to be.

Those wounds stay with you, and you turn them into a language and a purpose.

I always wanted my music to influence the life you were living emotionally – with your family, your lover, your wife, and, at a certain point, with your children.

A time comes when you need to stop waiting for the man you want to become and start being the man you want to be.

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don’t have answers.

For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you’re a walking, talking reason to live.

We gotta get out while we’re young, ’cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

The one thing I wished for my children is that they’d be readers.

Mister, I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man, and i believe in a promised land.

You can’t be afraid of getting old. Old is good, if you’re gathering in life. Our band is good at understanding that equation.

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground. Blow away the dreams that tear you apart. Blow away the dreams that break your heart. Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.

You can beat the drum so hard that people stop listening. I wanted to use my voice wisely and not expend it wastefully.

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

The day we see the truth and cease to speak is the day we begin to die.

Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.

You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death.

A mental health crises should not end in death.

Love is life, if it is not death.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.