The Faded Line

Witness shame's parade. The pain of blame repaid. It's fucking hopeless. Accusations and denial. . Hopeless, demon of another day. Colorless, stoned, solid grey.

The Number Six

Sloth is the enemy of greatness. Reflection a scalpel to my mind.. We strive as you leisurely criticize. A free ride until you find that you've dug your own grave.

Terror & Hubris In The House Of Frank Pollard

All the fucked up things trap. And punish me I cannot explain my problem.. Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized.. You owe me.. Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors..

Terror And Hubris In The House Of Frank Polard

All the fucked up things trap. And punish me I cannot explain my problem.. Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized.. You owe me.. Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors..

Terminally Unique

There's nothing new under the gun. Cognitive dissonance. Wallow in sardonic fear while your will breaks like glass. Throw on the blinders, ignore the signs.

Turn It Up

Thought Pattern

Tunnel North 5

The Day The Poles Shifted

This Place

The Fifth Planet

Touch

There'll Be A Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight

Come along, get you ready Wear your bran', bran' new gown. For there's gwine to be a meeting In that good, good old town. Where you knowded everybody And they all knowded you.

The World Seems Difficult

How does a man get the love of a woman?. Or a woman of a man?. How does a man tell his feelings to a woman?. You know it's hard to understand.. . The world seems difficult to me.

Tellin' The Mind

It took the final straw that broke across my back. And as the others watched they all refused to lend a hand. . Tellin' The Mind. Tellin' The Mind. Tellin' The Mind.

Tear It Up

Just tear it up. Just tear it up. Just tear it up. Just tear it up. . Just tear it up. Just tear it up. Just tear it up. Just tear it up. . And by the way she told me.

Time Bomb

Tickin' of a time bomb. I just wanna stop the sound. Faded like a lonesome. It's true. . Remind you of a memory. Bleed it till it runs dry. But if it feels like this then its probably wrong.

The Walls Are Closing In / Hangman

Part 1: The Walls Are Closing In. . [Intro]. Get your shit together. . [Verse]. There's no light. Mama, I can't see at all. There's no one left to break this fall.

The Folks Who Live On The Hill

The Longest Time