I'll go where secrets are sold Where roses unfold I'll sleep as time goes by

I cruise the canyon to get some breeze With Hidden Treasures up my sleeve I like the light and hate the heat But I'll lick the blood right off your street

I hate when people say, Oh, you're just a teenager, or It's hormonal. It's like, if a woman is agitated one day, people go, Oh, she's on her period. That's such garbage. I think I was dealing with a combination of my own inner demons and resentment toward my parents from my earlier days.