You've Gotta Blow The Roof Off Of

Writhe And Sway To Music's Pain Searing With Asides, Caress Death With A Lover's Touch For It Shall Be Your Bride.

You're A Musician: You Play. That's What You Do.

I Don't Know Anyone Actually Who Does Care What A Critic Says.

Music Should Come Crashing Out Of Your Speakers And Grab You, And The Lyrics Should Challenge Whatever Preconceived Notions That Listener Has.

People Can Vote For Who Ever They Want. That Doesn't Mean I Have To Go Near Them.