The Reason for Your Existence

The reason your here is something you wish you could define. But it ,
if you’re lucky, only usually turns out to be a feeling, an instinct
that you follow.
If I hadn’t followed that volcano of my psychotic and artistic nature,
I would probably have my own house,a beautiful wife and kids by now…

But I can guarantee you I would not be happy.
I’ve followed the call, because I feel in my gut that I am here to do
something with music, and not to give up on it, no matter how much the
glass cuts into my hands as I cling to the broken window , 30 floors up.

Maybe I’m stupid to sacrifice everything for it, love, money, and yes
you could say I’m married to my music. I can only really ever have a
mistress.
But I wouldn’t want it any other way, it’s just I’ve asked myself this
question a million times over.
The answer is still the same, still comes from the darkest side of me,
from that supernatural force that is The Ghost That Walks. The blue
skinned one who never gives up on me and lives in my head, god knows
why.