Everybody's The Same Color With The Lights

I Cry All The Time. Music Makes Me Cry.

Music Saved My Life. The Voice You Hear, The Soul, The Pain, Is That Of A Person Who Deeply, Deeply, Deeply Appreciates The Opportunity They've Been Given.

On A Good Day I Think I'm Handsome, On An Average Day I'm Average. I'm A Man's Man So I Don't Necessarily Know How Cute We're Supposed To Be.

A Great Deal Of It Is Personal. But The Persona Is, I Guess, The Out Of Body Experience That Takes Place. Because I'm Not Conscious Of What The Outcome Is Going To Be, I'm Only Conscious Of My Intentions, Do You Know What I'm Saying? And Even My Intentions Were Simple Initially.

My Insurance Provider Probably Wouldn't Allow Me To Go Into A Mosh Pit Anymore. My Brain Is Insured By Lloyd's Of London, You Know What I'm Saying?