If You're Into What You're Playing, That's

Deceit, Deceive, Decide Just What You Believe... I See Faith In Your Eyes, Never You Hear The Discouraging Lies. I Hear Faith In Your Cries... Broken Is The Promise, Betrayal... The Healing Hand Held Back By The Deepened Nail... Follow The God That Failed.

My Vocals Are Bad, I Can't Sing, Hey Man, I Wouldn't Ask You To Do A Drum Roll If Your Arm Was Falling Off.

I Love Playing The Melodic Stuff. I Love Adding Textures And Colors.

It's A Good Feeling, That You Can Put Your Heart Out There, No Matter How Black It Is, And People Can Understand It.

I Choose To Live, Not Just Exist.