I Was Happy In The Haze Of

He Drove Me Home In The Van, Complaining, 'women Only Like Me For My Mind'.

With No Reason To Hide These Words I Feel, And No Reason To Talk About The Books I Read, But Still, I Do.

Satan Rejected My Soul; As Low As He Goes, He Never Quite Goes This Low.

The Internet Has Obviously Wiped Music Off The Human Map - Killed The Record Shop, And Killed The Patience Of Labels Who Consider Debut Sales Of 300,000 To Not Be Good Enough.

Nobody Can Possibly Be So Hungry That They Need To Take A Life In Order To Feel Satisfied - They Don't After All, Take A Human Life, So Why Take The Life Of An Animal? Both Are Conscious Beings With The Same Determination To Survive. It Is Habit, And Laziness And Nothing Else.