There’s just something about that stuff that comes out at 4am when no one else in the world seems to be awake. Just you and the silence and the keyboard/pen, and the trance… The music just starts surrounding me. I’ll get a lyric or an idea, or riff idea, and start working on that. Once it starts taking on a bit of life, it’ll tell me what it wants. There’s a certain humility and respect for life when you’ve gotten through some bad shit. I’ve gone through all of the terrifying parts of death, as if it were truly upon me. And for that I feel more prepared for when it comes again. Life flashes by and you realize it was but a second ticking by.