I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Howling in the shadows, living in a lunar spell, he finds his heaven, spewing from the mouth of hell.

I just can't wake from these scary dreams.

I'm just a Rock and Roll Rebel, I tell you no lies, they say I worship the devil, they must be stupid or blind

The sadness will last forever. (on his deathbed)

I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!

The one thing in this world that is constant, the one peak that rises above all clouds, the one window in which the light forever burns, the one star that dark…