My Big Fear Was That My Guitar

I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready For To Fade, Into My Own Parade, Cast Your Dancing Spell My Way.

Nothing Can Affect My Voice, It's So Bad.

Pain Sure Does Bring Out The Best In People, Doesn't It?

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

You Need Something To Open Up A New Door, To Show You Something You Seen Before But Overlooked A Hundred Times Or More