(2013)
Marching boy Whipping boy Toy soldier on an aeroplane, You know I never knew just what t… You said;
Baby bird hatches from the sanctua… The world stretches before his eye… His mother, to let him learn how t… She smiles gently, but holds him f… “Now son” says momma, “the world’s…
There’s something to be said here,… To describe what blooms within as… And find you by my side, breathing… A flowing mane of to get lost in h… It’s like standing outside time; a…
You’ll grow to fight the Dragon; Saviour of God’s kingdom come. They’ll pray for you And send you on your way With not a teardrop in their eye;
Standing on the corner of nowhere, I’m gonna jump, they’re calling me… Silent and alone, caught up in the… A single step, I’m coming around. Could it be an evil recurring;
Such a face to see, a villain. Ragged, lilting; Worn and fierce. Eyes that glean the boundaries step within the vapor;
They call me overwhelming, With forthright emotion charm. The feel my fingers touch their he… As I pull them out of harm. They say I’m empath god and king,
Break down the waiting walls They stretch your patience thin Find the strength in your release To unleash the hell within This simple space can’t hold you d…
One day two fish swam up to see A worm, dropped down from God’s w… Its danger hidden by lust and want… They were younger then, they did n… The fisherman of course, came in g…
A different sound, I stir with mo… Follow the path of stairs through… My mission: Clean the sidewalk of the eggshell… Sweep up the landmines, they’re be…
A wise man, He crafts them sturdy; Crafts them strong Shows them how to get along When they’re beaten down, rough an…
It is said to be beyond comprehens… Such notions shield us from the tr… What twisted morals let us fight t… That thousands may die by waking d… To linger in bloody stalemate
Hey Billy, how I turn to you; how often do you hear the demons h… That spirit of the Holy Father, see the Head, It’s bowed. Much as I’d reject the claim,
Hidden nerves in a beaten bush You’ve never heard what I want to… Maybe the echoes won’t reverberate Perhaps it’s better off that way So why is there regret
Why, oh why Couldn’t pterodactyls have survive… I’d love to see them in the sky Gliding on their membranous wings Under a dinosaur-y heaven,
