Don’t Do It. Don’t Love Me.

If You Can't Write The Next Line, Well, You're Dead. The Past Doesn't Matter.

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

They Swallow God Without Thinking, They Swallow Country Without Thinking. Soon They Forget How To Think, They Let Others Think For Them.

If You're Going To Try, Go All The Way. Otherwise, Don't Even Start.