Anger And Jealousy's All That He Sells

A Poem Is A Naked Person.

I Don't Think The Human Mind Can Comprehend The Past And The Future. They Are Both Just Illusions That Can Manipulate You Into Thinking There's Some Kind Of Change.

It Rubs Me The Wrong Way, A Camera... It's A Frightening Thing...cameras Make Ghosts Out Of People.

A Song Is Like A Dream, And You Try To Make It Come True. They're Like Strange Countries That You Have To Enter.

You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.