It's Not Lost On Me That Everyone

August, The Summer's Last Messenger Of Misery, Is A Hollow Actor.

As Long As I Tell The Truth I Feel That Nobody Can Touch Me.

I Don't Need Music For The Good Times. I Don't Have That Kind Of Need. Music Doesn't Serve Me Like That.

I Don't Want To Pass Through Life Like A Smooth Plane Ride.

I Don't Really Write For Fun; It's Not An Enjoyable Experience. For Me, Art, Or Whatever The Hell It Is I Do, Has Always Been A Refuge From That Which Makes Me Want To Tear My Lungs Out. That's Why I Play Like I Play; I'm Not Into Entertainment.