Me And Charles Manson Like The Same

If You Know Me So Well, Tell Me Which Hand That I Use.

I Think That The Nightmares Are Telling Me Things About Myself That I Need To Know. And I Try To Understand What They Mean, So I Can Get To Know Something More About My Soul.

From In The Shadow She Calls. And In The Shadow She Finds A Way, Finds A Way. And In The Shadow She Crawls, Clutching Her Faded Photograph. My Image Under Her Thumb. Yes With A Message For My Heart. She’s Been Everybody Else’s Girl Maybe One Day She’ll Be Her Own.

I Felt Sidelined By The Industry, By The Preoccupation With Finding Something Newer, Younger.

Baker, Baker, Can You Explain, If Truly His Heart Was Made Of Icing.