I Got Drunk When I Was Five.

Though Dreams Can Be Deceiving; Like Faces Are To Hearts, They Serve For Sweet Relieving, When Fantasy And Reality Lie Too Far Apart.

I Would Never Kill Myself, But You Can Kind Of Let Yourself Die.

My Heart Went Cold And Only Hollow Rhythms Resounded From Within, But Then He Rose, Brilliant As The Moon In Full And Sank In The Burrows Of My Keep, And All My Armor, Falling Down, In A Pile At My Feet.

Now I Feel Like Whatever I Do, No One Can Hurt Me. I Cannot Be Violated, I Cannot Be Humiliated, I Cannot Be Disregarded, I Cannot Be Disrespected.

I Don't Mind Making A Fool Of Myself. I Felt Like People Would Be Accepting Of That Because, To Me, That Seems Like An Interesting Way To Do A Show. I've Always Thought That It's Interesting To Watch People Work Things Out On Stage.