"The God of Rock 'n' Roll!" Nothing is easy; if you think it’s so you’d better check again. Goals can be mined with obstacles named "friend”. Avoid shiny objects; they're distractions well-planned, to keep your mind off the evil at hand. You do the right thing and try hard to maintain. Juggle responsibilities in a world gone insane. Sometimes it makes you just want to give-in, but you won’t, ‘cause you know, you can’t let ’em win. Daily injustices make your blood boil; but what’s a guy to do after a hard days’ toil? You can’t take on everyone, so reserve the power, choose your battles wisely; more Damage Per Hour. In my home, I’m the God of Rock ‘n’ Roll, out in the world I’m viewed as a troll, it isn’t age that’s exacted its toll, but the ravaged heart of a tortured soul. Try to succeed in your profession of choice; only to join others with no face, no voice. The pay’s chump-change, how’re you going to get ahead? Sound depressing? ‘Nuff said. If you succeed; the pay and career are fine! You only have to sell your soul and your mind. After a few days off you begin to remember who you really were, before success turned you into that strange person in the mirror. Love is tough, don’t believe otherwise. The toughest man alive is just “one of the guys”. You’ve been to hell and back due to that chemical you’re so fond of, that beautiful killer, personal revealer, insane heartbreaker; Love. In my home, I’m the God of Rock ‘n’ Roll, out in the world I’m viewed as a troll, it isn’t age that’s exacted its toll, but the ravaged heart of a tortured soul. No matter what the lows, life’s highs will abound, savor those moments, stake claim to that ground, those memories are proof that you lived and had some fun, this is all we can take with us when we’re finally done.