I Collect Books And I Have Some

Pop And Metal Aren't Friends. Each Knows Exactly Where The Other Lives And Tries To Keep Its Distance. They Choose Different Streets, Neighborhoods, Zip Codes.

I Guess Because I Had Such A Horrible Life Growing Up, Going From Place To Place Not Knowing What I Was Gonna Do And Ending Up Being Homeless, There Was A Lot Of Pain And A Lot Of Anger That Was Coming Out Through My Guitar Playing.

Clearly See You Can't See Clear

Brother Will Kill Brother, Spill Blood Across The Land. Killing For Religion, Something I Don't Understand. Fools Like Me Who Cross The Sea And Come To Foreign Lands, Ask The Sheep For Their Beliefs; 'do You Kill On God's Command?'

I Care More About What God Knows Than What Man Says.