(2013)
The words ring true with every spin ‘round the world; “How I love her so” Such Psalms the vicar spake. Commanding chastity
Sweet dreams and nightmares Alternate through the night Your familiar face features Something I’d never let go Waking unwanted,
It hurts me a lot At night, when you say The things you don’t mean They still sting anyway It’s coming from somewhere torment…
Could you release me; Master, could you let me from the kennel? You’ve been barking up twisted trees, sign the papers out on me.
I feel naked, woken up without ski… Is this what it feels like to be n… What do you create to fill a soul… Is emptiness the price of being an… You’re within my moment
When we rake The sleep from our eyes; When the clouds break and light sh… Who will be the first to die? Laid bare, we for the first time
I have walked through fire; I feel it burning proud. I've fallen in water; And sat there while I drowned. I have built of bridge
These are dark days indeed; That we can’t trust the nation For which we bleed To treat with due hesitation The laws which they all call justi…
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,
The flower of which I’ve much avo… A love in growth, has in wealth bo… And I can not bear to turn around As the petals fall onto the ground… And the petals fall onto the groun…
As the one they hold on to; a lesson towards the knowing end, no better off to be accepted; darker waters, left to tread. Who’s this place for, if not me?
I’ve got a phone and it buzzes And there’s always something to be… I hold your spot in the line Because I really truly do care. I put gas into my car and it sees…
Dogs and frogs and witches all; How many times can one man fall? Cut the rose and watch it bleed, Give me only what you need. Caught up in my own facade
Verdant green speaks an aura, as s… Douglas firs, a maze; beginnings n… Gods above, the mountains look upo… caressed in the creeping silk of f… In this hearth the cradle sleeps;
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
