My Step-mom Would Tell Me That She

We Need To Get Back To A Level Of Social Responsibility That We Haven't Seen For A Long Time.

Like Any Form Of Death, At Some Point You Just Have To Get Up And Say Yeah I'll Take It, Whatever's Gonna Happen Is Gonna Happen And Sorta Chop Your Head Off. It's Easy To Avoid All That...there's Always Another Moment, Another Girl, Another High, Another Drug, There's Always Something To Distract You.

We Have A Problem With Any Labels That People Try To Hang On Us, Because All It Does Is Drag You Down.

I Want To Be Able To Look Back And Think That As Long As I Was Going This, I Did The Best That I Could.

If I Had Spent Fourteen Months In A Small Room With Jesus, I'd Want To Fist Fight With Him.