I'll Tell Ya, I'm A Genuinely Nice

Writhe And Sway To Music's Pain Searing With Asides, Caress Death With A Lover's Touch For It Shall Be Your Bride.

I Don't Like The Word Rock Opera, But I'm Trying To Write On That Level That's Reserved For Plays Still, Or Novels.

Kill Them Now, Cause I Need Some Kicks. I Need Some Kicks, I'm Getting Bored.

Meditation Doesn't Have To Be Complicated. What I Do Is About As Simple As You Can Get. You Could Just Count The Beads, One, Two, Three, With Your Eyes Closed Or Open, Whatever Makes You Happy.

Rock & Roll Is So Great, People Should Start Dying For It. You Don't Understand. The Music Gave You Back Your Beat So You Could Dream...the People Just Have To Die For The Music. People Are Dying For Everything Else, So Why Not For Music? Die For It. Isn't It Pretty? Wouldn't You Die For Something Pretty?