I Have Sold My Soul. I Would

Obviously When You're A Teen You Have No Money, So You Make, Like, Three Outfits Out Of One Dress. You're Like, 'ok Cut The Arms Here. Alright: New Party, Cut Them To Here.'

I Think Each Human Being Wants To Make Their Mark On The World In Whatever Way They Can, And Maybe Everyone Has A Slight Egomaniac Inside Of Them.

Touring Can Be Tough; The Crew And I Travel Everywhere By A Big Pink Bus, And Live In Petrol Stations.

Drink To Forget; Don't Forget To Drink.

I Want Blood, Guts, And Chocolate Cake.