I Have A Temper On Me That

I Wouldn't Say That Cutting Was Pleasurable, But There Is A Sense Of Euphoria That Follows Cutting Yourself. The Quick Pinch Of Pain And The Sight Of Blood Snaps You Back To The Surface And You Start To Appreciate Being Alive.

I Have A Temper On Me That Could Hold Back Tides.

Mozart Was A Punk, Which People Seem To Forget. He Was A Naughty, Naughty Boy.

At The End Of The Day, Though, The Band Members Have To Be Strong. It's Down To The Individuals In The Unit. Listen To Me, I'm Talking Like I'm In The Army And This Is My Squadron.

You Know, It Doesn’t Matter How Beautiful You Are, If You Don’t Have Anything Interesting To Say, Then You’re Still Boring.