Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I'll steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.

If ever it's necessary to ride the bandwagon, it's done with one leg swinging out and eyes scoping the fields.

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

Music is not my life. My life is music.