Whenever We Submit Our Will

I Have Hour Spurts When I Feel Fine And I Can Walk Normal And Stuff, Other Hours, I'm Wobbling. I Feel Like There's Somebody Behind Me Kicking My Legs Out From Underneath Me. The Whole Tumor Symptom Thing Is Crazy. It's Unpredictable. It Really Messes With Your Life.

It's Silly When Girls Sell Their Souls Because It's In.

The Danger I Faced Was Not Accepted As Reasonable Grounds For Deferring My Tax Payments, As Authorities, Who Despite Being Told All Of This, Still Chose To Pursue Action Against Me, As Opposed To Finding An Alternative Solution.

If Everyone Is A Product Of This Society, Who Will Say The Things That Need To Be Said, And Do The Things That Need To Be Done, Without Compromise? Truth Will Never Start Out Popular In A World More Concerned With Marketability Than Righteousness. It Will Initially Suffer Ridicule And Even Violence - Yet Ultimately It Is Undeniable. All Of Humanity Is Living In A Dream World, But Suffering Real Consequences.

I Got Moxie, I'm So Damn Foxy Industry Try To Block Me Like Cops And Paparazzi.