I Don't Even Know How To Speak

I Make Music To Make You Sick Of Fake Music, Hate Music Like Devil Worshippin Satan Music. So Say Your Prayers, Your Hail Marys And Jesuses. Take Two Sticks, Tape 'em Together And Make A Crucifix.

I Was Poor White Trash, No Glitter, No Glamour, But I'm Not Ashamed Of Anything.

I Did Not Know That I Would Grow To Be My Mothers Evil Seed And Do These Evil Deeds.

I Have A Hard Time Memorizing Stuff. I'm Always In The Process Of Writing A New Song, So Trying To Learn A New One Takes A Minute.

I Am Who I Am And I Say What I Think. I'm Not Putting A Face On For The Record.