Sometimes drugs help
Pain they help to ease
What happens when your saviour
Becomes your disease

It is better to hate yourself for being you, Then not knowing who you are to hate

Is this someone, someone else. Because i have never been myself

When There's No More Room In Hell, The Dead Will Walk The Earth

Don't change for anyone because if you're you trying to be someone else you're just wasting the beautiful person you are

Beautiful feelings of serenity
Overtaken by pictures of you
But I realise that you are the beauty
My serenity is not serene without you

Even Angels Have Itches Only The Devil Can Scratch

There are none as blind
As those who will not see

Hell hides within your eyes
And heaven within your smile

Some people say god bless America
Some say god bless the nazi youth
I say god blesses none of these
For I think that god blesses truth