This World, I Am Afraid, Is Designed

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.

Music Is Like A Drug, But There Are No Rehabilitation Centres.

In England, Pop Music Seems Now To Be Exclusively For Children. If An Artist Is No Good, Why Is It Necessary To Have That Artist Repeatedly Rammed In Our Face?

It's The Refuge For The Mentally Deficient. It's Made By Dull People For Dull People.

Life Is A Very Serious Business For The Simple Reason That Nobody Dies Laughing.