The Society Of Whores Stuck Needles In

God Has Matured. He Is Not The Impulsive, Bowelless Being Of The Testaments - The Vehement Glorymonger, With His Bag Of Cheap Carny Tricks And His Booming Voice - The Fiery Huckster With His Burning Bushes And His Wonder Wands. Nowadays God Knows What He Wants And He Knows Who He Wants.

Most Of The Time, Feelings Just Seem To Get In The Way. They're A Luxury For The Idle, A Bourgeois Concept. Feelings Are Overrated.

There Are Times When I Think I Can Sing It Better, But Usually I Find That I Can't.

No Wonder Sorrow Doesn’t Smile Much. No Wonder Sadness Is So Sad.

I Don't Like Those Songs Where You Have To Listen To A Story To Get Into Them. I Don't Want To Have To Pay Attention To Music In That Way, I Just Want It To Hit Me In The Heart And Do What Music's Supposed To Do.