Oh, My Dear That's Just Chemical Reaction

The time is now and I'm running so thin. I got thin, I got thin, while the others got fat. So fatten up and deliver your secrets. Those secrets, those stories untold.

Other 90% Of The Iceberg

Take the needle out, enjoy the drip. Fill your head with lies, from your fingertips. . And you can't swallow all your problems. They float, float up to hunt you.

Paper Cliché

I want to take my head and cut it open extra wide. Want to examine, oh, the thoughts that seem to circle inside. Electrocute my thoughts or put my self on stand by.

Photograph

Pretty darling stop running down my street. The tears are dropping like a nuclear meltdown. I never meant to let it come to this. Can we blame it on timing not chemistry?.

Sleep Paralysis

It was somewhere around Sheffield where my conscious concedes. Fiction halts, the drugs began to wear thin, oh. Colored obvious, the world slid off it's tilt.

Sleep Paralysis Or The Sound Of Something Trying Not To Make A Sound

It was somewhere around Sheffield where my conscious concedes. Fiction halts, the drugs began to wear thin, oh. Colored obvious, the world slid off it's tilt.

Smoke And Mirrors

Comatose, feed my head with liberty. Ive got an appetite for deceit. Im done, well done, stick a fork in me. Cover me in apathy, discreetly and distinct able.

Smoke And Mirrors And More Smoke

Comatose, feed my head with liberty. Ive got an appetite for deceit. Im done, well done, stick a fork in me. Cover me in apathy, discreetly and distinct able.

The Short Week Begins With Longing

Are you up in the middle of the night. Trying to figure out where things went wrong and they did. Just another semi-bummer weekend. . It seems hard to find a home for the words.

The Short Weekend Begins With Longing

Are you up in the middle of the night. Trying to figure out where things went wrong and they did. Just another semi-bummer weekend. . It seems hard to find a home for the words.

This Year's Fashion

Head trip on the scene again. Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete. Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today.

Tornado; An Owl

Take what you've got, take comfort in that. Everything you know or seen will soon be a non existent dot. Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?.

What About The Other 90% Of The Iceberg

Take the needle out, enjoy the drip. Fill your head with lies, from your fingertips. . And you can't swallow all your problems. They float, float up to hunt you.

What Temperature Does Air Freeze At?

And we'll float to the end. Where the oceans do bend. And we'll fly away. . And we'll shine on through. Through the summer sky so blue. And we'll drift away.

Eighth-grade Summer Romance

Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper. Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling. I paint this picture on the back of my mind. But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade summer romance.

Four-piece Jigsaw Puzzle

Starting to come together. Starting to all make sense. We began to blossom, so perfect. I'm starting to understand. . And you have made this cove for us again.

A Loaded Situation. Surveying Room

Instrumentals. . reverse vocals at ending:. . We've gotta get out of this wicked place. You said the words with fear on your face... (hard to hear).

A Supposed Tour

Offered To Support An Act And They Were Overwhelmed.. Took Them Weeks To Plan That Trip.. Everything Was Done To Keep The Costs Down,. Budget Was Low, Of Course..

Biggest Mistake

Trapped Inside And Filled With Fear,. He's Sitting In His Chair.. So Lonely And So Cold, But He Knew.. 'cause' All Those Years With All Those Tests. Had Finally Shown Result..

Dance Of Mr. Grumble