"If thats what gets your dick hard, telling people they're bad at making art. Feeling just like you're the one in charge. Pissing on my most pathetic parts. And thats why you sell records and I make them."
“This won't stop until I die. But when I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I'm thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again..
“Plastic flowers are more depressing than dead ones.. it’s kinda like how frown of sorrow is always honest and genuine, but a forced smile just.. doesn’t look right.”
"Everything stays, right where you left it. Everything stays, but it still changes. Ever so slightly, daily and nightly. In little ways, when everything stays."
Pissing on my most pathetic parts.
And thats why you sell records and I make them."
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."