My Own Thing Is In My Head.

Promotion With My Name Only, That's All I Have To Do With It.

I Found Myself In Too Much Of A Box Situation.

Music Is Magic. Magic Is Life

Room Full Of Mirrors, That's More Of A Mental Disarrangement. This Says Something About Broken Glass Used To Be All In My Brain.

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.