THE KILLING SEASON |
If I could write I'd write a suicide letter, it'd make her feel bad and that's how I would get herI told the grocer my hard luck story he gave me a loaf of bread felt like I was headed for gloryI've ... Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 18:45:00 GMT |
If I was |
If I was a train wreck I would be as violent as a warIf I was a rich man I would still ask for moreIf I was a liar I would be head of the classIf I was a smart man I would be sharper than broken glass... Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 17:21:00 GMT |
REVOLUTION SOUL |
I don't know what you want but I'm gonna give you what you need, the heavy hand of the man can really take its toll but brother I got revolution in my soulI don't have to go and change my name but I... Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 16:02:00 GMT |
10 steps behind |
She barks at trees and memories and closes doors with style. Be angry at the wounds you have and show remorse for ones you have given. Don't be shy about your prosperity but tell everyone you know tha... Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 09:55:00 GMT |
A little story |
It's like a radio without any stationsAnd you're the last of your generationBlack widow mama ain't going to trace my headShe'll look away and become a flower insteadOften the nights seem back and fort... Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 09:46:00 GMT |
Save Me |
Save me Save me from the evils that were, are, and always will be present on earth. Let the beauty that my eyes see defend against the heavy shroud of darkness that dwell among me. Why can't the slums... Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 13:48:00 GMT |
We’ve Found the Sun |
Everytime I fly way up to high you come and find me and bring me down
The first one to find the ever closing tide come and surround me, look what we've found
We've found the sun, we've found the one, ... Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:56:00 GMT |
Without Love |
I'm so depressed, I can't cry anymore. And forget about rest, I hide behind the door. Constantly waiting for youth to reappear. When I should be tasting the bread of my old years. Chivalry's dead and ... Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 12:24:00 GMT |
Liner Notes |
Shame on the weeds for bruising the sidewalks. Shame on the sidewalks for cracking under the pressure. Shame on the pressure I put on myself for fame. Shame on fame for making society numb to feeling.... Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 09:51:00 GMT |
Rest your head love |
Rest your head love and ease back from the desires that plague your newly expanded mind. Don't expect much but expect everything to come in a flame of glory. Draw back but look far ahead. Saving other... Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 13:37:00 GMT |