A Broom Is Drearily Sweeping Up The

You Got Your God And So Do I.

Music Makes Me High On Stage, And That's The Truth. It's Like Being Almost Addicted To Music.

Evil Man Make Me Kill You.

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.

I Was Trying To Do Too Many Things At The Same Time, Which Is My Nature. But I Was Enjoying It, And I Still Do Enjoy It.