I Always Knew That I Wanted To

People Have To Follow Their Hearts, And If Their Hearts Lead Them To Wal-mart, So Be It.

Seems Like Ive Been Here Before. Seems So Familiar. Seems Like Im Slipping Into A Dream Within A Dream.

All I Can Do Is Say I Smell A Rat. I Don't Know Where It Is Or What Kind Of Rat It Is, But As An Artist, I Can Express How. But I Couldn't Responsibly Stand Up And Tell People Which Way To Go, Because Then I'm Just As Guilty As The People Who Are Telling Everybody Else What To Do And Where To Go.

It's A Purging Of Sorts. Like, When You're All Done Doing Your Laundry And It's Fresh And Bright, But Washing The Clothes, You Wouldn't Want To Get In While It's Spinning Around.

There Were A Lot Of Choices To Make And I Always Picked Artist. I Never Once Picked Doctor, Lawyer, Firemen Or Something Like That. It Was Always Artist.