To the lies that tore down my life Thank you, for you have crucified… And the pain that hangs me here, i… I never knew I had And the death of all I was, it wa…
Last night I turned a corner, and… And in the light between the trees… I saw this new horizon, not bound… And looking at the pebble, knew, t… Had led me to another land, the sa…
Beneath the pale of dreary days go… When long the shadows lie upon you… And all the evenings tears have lo… For loves own labor tossed and tor… When all alone at last you wander,…
I been kickin around and around, w… In the dirt, just the devil and me… Rain and the pain, making circles… Drain where my brain used to be With my heart in a box full of bro…
Like dark jade The blue fingernails of the dead Rise from the earth Miniature trees Clawing at skies not listening
There is a great poison in this la… All will taste it, most will withe… Who can say if the mystery holds m… But I will gamble on the flames o… Will you join me in the fight?
And I will turn with you, away, for I too can fall The warms us from within, and fades the shadow of our scars And see how our wounds match, like crimson puzzle pieces And the tears for...
and the best that we can hope for is a few familiar faces a light in cold dark places a moment that erases all the walls that hold us back
Like Ezekiel In the valley of dry bones I awaken Every dangerous morning And stumble toward Bethlehem
Long flew the carrion crow to find this feat they came over frozen seas pale as winter roses and along the jagged edge of the i…
Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in Paradise
The blow from my karma ripped a hole in my ego that let the pain pour in to awaken my heart
Here we go Like the dust bowl families that w… Learning to stretch the bread and… And still found gritty smiles for… Here we go again
Now that the storm has passed, and… In the silence between the waves w… As we lay breathless on the sand Can you hear that, the faint rustl… And, soft as sea moss, the whisper…
They say every sunrise comes again and the mandarin blossoms of the A… But in the marsian haze of this sa… all I seem to see are the red shad… and the echoes of a laugh made dis…
