There Are No Incurable Ills.

It’s Sad, Y’know, What Money Does To People.

They Teach You How To Handle Life In England, But They Don’t Teach You A Thing About Death. There’s No Book Telling You What To Do When Your Mum Or Dad Dies.

I Like The Word F-k. F-king Deal With It And Move On To The First F-king Question You Have.

Just Another Lonely Broken Hero Picking Up The Pieces Of My Mind. Running Out Of Faith And Hope And Reason, I'm Running Out Of Time.

The Road To Nowhere Leads To Me.