I Am The Ism, My Hate's A

God Will Grovel Before Me, God Will Crawl At My Feet.

They'll Just Cut Our Wrists Like Cheap Coupons And Say That Death Was On Sale Today.

I've Started To Think That Maybe I Wouldn't Mind Passing My Demented Genius On To Some Small Thing Who Can Set Fire And Breathe Profanity.

For Me, The Key To Longevity - And Immortality, In A Sense - Has To Do With Transformation.

I Can't Go To Sleep At Night If I Didn't Accomplish At Least Something. That's The One Thing That Keeps Me Up.