Boy, You Better Pray That I Bleed

I Just Hand Shoes On The Wall. They're Architecture You Know.

It's About Realizing, Painfully, You've Kept That Voice Inside Yourself, Locked Away From Even Yourself. And You Step Back And See That Your Jailer Has Changed Faces. You Realize You've Become Your Own Jailer.

I Think That People Who Can't Believe In Faeries Aren't Worth Knowing. I Just Think That Alternate Realities Make You A Good Writer. If Your Work Is Any More Than One Dimension, You Believe In Faeries.

I'm Trying Not To Move, It's Just Your Ghost Passing Through

I Have So Many Different Personalities In Me And I Still Feel Lonely.