Must be the feeling…”
We don’t claim to know anything but we try to see everything. We don’t want to be identified, classified, recognized or expected. We’re all enigmas, usually misunderstood but neither bad nor good. No genres, no favorite things, just great things. We’re not trying to be anything but ourselves. We were raised here and we’ve been everywhere but we’re from no where. Don’t call us white, black, asian, latin, this is the f%&ing Space Age, don’t call us nothing!
We’re not satisfied and nothing will ever be enough. Too much is not enough because we’re addicted living. We’re not learned, we’re learning. Our tattoos say Fear Nothing yet the only thing stopping us now is fear, not ours but theirs.
The only happiness I’ve ever known is limitlessness.
I can’t explain who I am or what I want. I can’t tell you why I sit by myself in front of machines for days on end, why I sacrifice everything to give you better art, why we go above and beyond to put on the f&$ing show! I can’t explain why I’m writing this right now. Shit, why do you do everything you do? Why do we hurt ourselves? Why do we f&%k, why do we love? I guess at the end of the day there’s only one explanation…
Must be the feeling it brings to you…”
