And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

Play it fuckin' loud!

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.

Folk music is a bunch of fat people.

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.