Fear Held Dear

Fever

(words & music by John Davenport - Eddie Coole). Never know how much I love you. Never know how much I care. When you put your arms around me. I get a fever that's so hard to bear.

For Unto Us

Rich Mullins. Isaiah 9:6-7, Isaiah 40:26-31. For unto us a child has been born. (For unto us a child has been born). And unto us a son is given. The Lord has lifted up salvation's horn.

Fucking Determined

Go.... So fucking determined. Yeah, yeah, go.... You better believe it, confidence. Go.... So fucking determined. Yeah, yeah, go.... Spit out all reason,.

Forget To Remember

What have I done?. Where have I come from?. When I burnt the backs with the sun through a glass. Did I seal the loss that's become me?. . Feeling undone.

Fish Out Of Water

Lie. . I'm a fish out of water. Kill me and choke on the bones. Nothing seems to matter anymore. Gotta get back to the reason. Gotta get back to the hole.

Fear

Fear is an emotion inside us. Deeper growing my deaths content. Eating away our insides. Watching themselves and they step out of skin. So darkness it surrounds the being.

Fall Into Sleep

Dreams of earthquakes. Dreams of hurricanes. Dreams of pouring rain. Dreams of tidal waves. (To wash us all away). . Dreams of guns blazed. Dreams of fire rage.

Fuzzgun 2001

Fuzz Gun '91

Freak Momma

The mack is back. Sweeping up snack packs. Still slinging that game on the rock track. Feeling this bank and it don't stop, no. Here we go again setting up shop, yep.

Flat Out Fucked

All sprawled out. Laid to rest. Woke up early. Got it again. . I feel so stupid today. Why ain't it any other way. It's too late to complain. Bad, bad timing.

Fix Me

(hi, this is matt lukin from mudhoney, and I like to smoke a lot of pot and listen to black flag all the time.). . Someday. I'll feel no pain. Someday.

F.d.k. (fearless Doctor Killers)

Daddy was a rapist for the word of God. Even Baptist preachers, got to get off. Had the sisters of the congregation. Down on their knees, my ma was one of these.

Feeling Sick

(Lyrics: C. Milnes, Music: J. Milnes). Coptic times in his life,. can hear you say - nothing at all,. it happened at twentry,. a new man to fall,. Saturday's long,.

Face

[Music: C. Milnes]. [Instrumental].

For Those Left Behind

Is it so hard to understand?. You got left behind 'cause you wanted to do something with your life. You wanted something where mediocrity would not suffice.

Father & Son

Hello, it's me, your only son. Writing to you now because I haven't seen you in so long. Even though we live in the same home. You're the father that I've never known.

Funny Papers

dont't laugh the paper said. cause soon he'll be dead. the paper said today. the band would in fact play. after cancelling their show. doctors had discovered.

Fragile