Cause Even The Stars They Burn, Some

Open Up Your Heart And The Sky Is Yours.

You Can Turn Off The Sun, But I'm Still Gonna Shine

I Struggle With How Humankind Ended Up This Way. We Made Ourselves Slaves To Money, And We All Have To Work And Be A Part Of This Thing When Time Is Always Ticking. And Before We Know It, A Decade Has Gone By, And Did I Really Get To Do Everything I Wanted To Do Or Say Everything I Wanted To Say?

Writing Songs Is No Different Than Explaining To Somebody What You Dreamed Last Night: No One Ever Gives You Crap For What You Dreamed Last Night. "i Was Laying In My Bed, And All Of A Sudden A Stallion Jumped On My Bed And The Next Thing I Know I Was In Mars But It Looked Like My Kitchen"... That's Kind Of What I Do With My Songs, Write Them In A Dream-like Manner. It's Up To People To Swallow It However They Want.

Live High, Live Mighty, Live Righteously