Rock N Roll Is About Drugs.

I Used To Have Nightmares About The Antichrist - What Would Happen, Where It Would Come From, And Who It Would Be.

People Hate To Describe Their Music. What We Have Come To Call It Is "beat Up Your Mom" Music. As Far As Describing What It Sounds Like, I Guess You'd Have To Listen.

We Are Our Own Wicked Gods With Little 'g's' And Big Dicks, Sadistic And Constantly Inflicting A Slow Demise.

This Isn't A Mob, Won't Need To Change The Names. Everyone Around You Has Murdered Someone, Something Sacred. There Isn't One Nail Without Dirt Under It. There Isn't Any White Cotton Panties That Aren't Soaked And Stained Red. It's Better To Push Something When It's Slipping, Than To Risk Being Dragged Down.

Sometimes Hate Is Not Enough To Turn This All To Ashes, Together As One And Against All Others, Break All Of Their Wings To Make Sure It Crashes.