Guns Are Part Of The American Identity.

I Am Talking About Ultimate Deceit. I Am Talking About Unparalleled Treachery. Bottomless Lies. Depths That Are Seen That Are Previously Unimaginable. Darkness And Shattering Despair That Could Break Bones. Paranoia And Horror That Could Stop The Heart Cold. All Inflicted On One's Self By One's Self. The Soul Turns Schizophrenic And Goes Hopelessly Insane.

Trying To Write Music, Be In A Band And Keep It All Happening Is One Of The Hardest, Morale-destroying, Heartbreaking Things You Will Ever Try To Do - And That's When It's Going Well.

I Listen To Blues Music A Lot And That's A Good Person Feeling Bad And Celebrating That Pain By Releasing It In That Kind Of Joyous Fashion.

Sometimes It Seems The Harder You Try To Hold Onto Something Or Someone The More It Wants To Get Away. You Feel Like Some Kind Of Criminal For Having Felt, For Having Wanted. For Having Wanted To Be Wanted. It Confuses You Because You Think That Your Feelings Were Wrong And It Makes You Feel So Small Because It’s So Hard To Keep It Inside When You Let It Out And It Doesn’t Come Back. You’re Left So Alone That You Can’t Explain.

Sometimes The Truth Hurts. And Sometimes It Feels Real Good.