Murk can be described as an enfeebled fog with a personality disorder; it is more troubled than ethereal, sulking moodily over our lives at the end of the day.

I have all of these lives that I want the music to live, but at the end of the day, it's out there.

We all have experiences in our lives that change us, and we all learn from people, like my dad, but at the end of the day, it's only us. And we're only responsible to make ourselves happy.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

I was diagnosed with everything from schizophrenia to multiple personality disorder.

At the end of the day, we're defined by our predicament, not by the sides of town.