Texty: Satanic Surfers. Unconsciously Confined. Bittersweet.

All i ever wanted was to be a drummer in a band never claimed to be a poet singer or god i'm just a man i came here 'cause i didnt have a better place to go so pardon me if i'm out of key... whatever i might have said sang written or done! admit ! mights be wrong make up your own mind dont take me seriously thats the only advice you should take from me... a happy pessimist singing a bittersweet serenade a sell-out some would say but at least i'm getting paid wihle we all march down our identity parade until we bend and watch our dreams slowly fade.