All That We Can't Say Is All

The Very Thing That Drives You, Can Drive You Insane Got A Head Full Of Thought Crimes And A Number With No Name Got An Eleventh Hour Jesus And A Mouth Full Of Blame A Casket Lined With Silver Dollars And A Number With No Name.

I Refuse To Make Uninspired Music.

I Want To Try To Be Who I Am Today, Not Who I Was Yesterday.

If It Comes Out Sounding Like Dixieland Jazz Or Classical Or Punk Or Rock Or Even Slightly Metal, That's Because That's Where I'm Going To Find Inspiration.

Could've Sworn I Heard You Say Amen This Morning, Showing Some Kind Of Sign That You Believe. Did It Fall From Your Tongue Without Warning? Or Just Another Trick To Fall From Your Sleeve?