I Love The Attention But I Don't

It's A Trip When People Take Sobriety For Granted. Feeling Trapped In My Addiction And Then Getting Sober - You Appreciate It So Much More, Because I Didn't Know If I Would Ever Know What It's Like To Feel Normal Again, Ever.

The Details Surrounding Both My Marriage And Subsequent Filing For Divorce Are Private, And I Had Hoped To Keep Them That Way For The Sake Of My Family.

Now Who Is The King Of These Lewd, Ludicrous, Lucrative Lyrics; Who Could Inherit The Title, To Put The Youth In Hysterics; Using His Music As Spirit

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

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.