Walking On Water Wasn't Built In A

My Eyes Were Glued On Life And They Were Full Of Tears.

Writing At Least Is A Silent Meditation Even Though You’re Going A Hundred Miles An Hour.

The Only Truth Is Music.

I Realized Either I Was Crazy Or The World Was Crazy; And I Picked On The World. And Of Course I Was Right.

Parade My Trouble In Front Of You Guys? Make You Realize That My Heart Is Broken . . . That As Long As I Live I'll Have Chains Dragging Me Down To The Oceans Of Sad Tears That My Feet Are Wet In Already.