The stress and depression also forced him to make his second suicide attempt one night. As he sat in the bathroom, he was cutting himself and began to cry. “God, if you are really there, please take away all this pain” Lucid cried out.
“I’m not afraid to air out my dirty laundry. What I think separates me from most artists is that, I believe in a level of transparency... How else can someone relate to you if they're believing you’re all high, perfect, and mighty? This in turn leaves people with a feeling of inferiority. None of us are worthy of such titles but God Himself.”