“And you give in. And you give out, For it ain’t so weird, How it makes you a weapon…”

“Here’s a gun take it home, wait by the phone. We’ll send someone over to bring you what you need. You’re a one man death machine; Make this city bleed”

“Bring me your suffering. The rattle roar of broken bones.
Bring me the riot in your heart. Angry, wild and raw.
Bring it all.
I am not afraid of the dark.”