"The sentiments of a child saying goodbye to the things he loved."
"How many people are living the same simulation on the planet on the tell-a-vision?"
"They see the true us, the sides we hide then pray about."
"Will you light my mouth with the fire of your kiss?"
"It takes letting go of what we can't live without to see things clearly."
"Louisiana boys don't waste fresh meat."
"I miss you all, and your paper airplane suicide notes."
"That last time I saw your face in the crowd on that train really drove it home, and reminded me that we will have a bone to pick with each other in hell."
"What is a home when you’re a gypsy soul?"
"The hellfire has nothin' on the torture some of us endure here above ground."