My Lifestyle Determines My Deathstyle.

I'm Always Feeling Like I Don't Belong, No Matter Where I Am. So I'm Just Searching For A Family Nonstop, And Sometimes I Find It In The Mosh Pit, Sometimes I Find It When I'm Doing Some French Tv Show With The President's Wife.

No One But Me Can Save Myself Though Its Too Late, Death Greets Me Warm, Now I Will Just Say Goodbye.

My Vocals Are Bad, I Can't Sing, Hey Man, I Wouldn't Ask You To Do A Drum Roll If Your Arm Was Falling Off.

I Wanted To Make Noise, Not Study Theory.

Every Breath I Take Becomes Deeper, And I Become More Confident Of Myself Without My Crutches. The Lies I've Filled My Body And Soul With Aren't Needed Anymore. They're Not Welcome. I Choose To Live, Not Just Exist.