What’s the future of mankind? How do I know, I got left behind.
Children of the future, watching empires fall. Madness the cup they drink from, self destruction the toll.
People think I’m crazy, but I’m in demand.
I’d rather see twenty thousand smiling faces than twenty thousand crying people.
Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?
Unholy soldier, disciple of sin, what kind of mind are you living in?
Do you want me crucified for my profanity?
There are no identical twins, or forgivable sins.
Take my hand and we’ll go riding through the sunshine from above. We’ll find happiness together in the summer skies of love.
Condemned to violence, arrested by pain. Inside the soul lies a man insane.
I don’t want to be a hero, I don’t want to ever let you down.
The ministry of fear that won’t let you live. The ministry of grace that doesn’t forgive.
Sabbath were a hippy band. We were into peace.
International rock star – gravy maker extraordinaire.
I hated school. Hated it.
I don’t read the Bible. Not because I don’t want to, I just haven’t got around to It yet. One day perhaps I’ll pick it up and look at It.
A child of broken mind, the fear that I hide behind.
I advise that pregnant women do not come to my concerts.
I feel joy when I do a great show. I get fun out of making other people happy. I’m a terminal people-pleaser. I suppose that’s why I’m a frontman.
Won’t you ride my white horse?