“ - Sometimes I think people would believe in aliens before they'd believe in demons- That's how it is, now! ”
I tried to look at writing a song almost like solving a mystery. The song was there, buried somewhere in my brain. All I had to do was follow the clues until I figured it out.
~ Jon Skovron
But at a certain point in our lives, we cannot passively allow our upbringing to define us. We must choose it or choose other.
You were trying to impress her with a story about getting mauled by a thresher?”“It made sense at the time.”“Ah, youth.” He sighed. “Do you know what I would give to be young again?”“No, what?”“Nothing. In fact, you’d have to pay me.
Humans are pretty complicated,” I said. “No, Boy. Rain-forest ecosystems are complicated. Humans are just a mess.