Fever In The City

A calling came on that cold black day. That brought the plague that took their hopes away. Creeping through the streets gnawing mankind. A trail of death was all it left behind.

Tug

Little miss runs away.. Didn't think you would ever come back.. As I turned my head.. I find my newest complication.. She won't run.. Won't fall.. She don't talk to..

A Sailor's Grave For Me

Cold eyes mock my torment. Tears of rust cling to her face. Still I walk in solitude. She wouldn't take her mask off. See past her fucking lies. Take the time to notice.

Question

Close minded faith verses science. Both on the front line. Faith's weapon of choice. False fantasy. Scientist's defense. Logic. Truth beyond truth. With actual facts to prove there is fabricated delusion in use.

Happy And Proud

are some days that seem. Right out of a dream. Just make you want to shout out really loud. I feel totally proud. . Kids: Proud!. . But this great day I feel.

Times Like These

A young girl give me a good luck charm.. Put a snake on my neck and a bird on my arm. Got one good little leg 'cause the other went south. Got a brand new crutch and a brand new mouth.

This Season

This Season. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Daniel closed his eyes as if it didn't happen. And he wondered why every time this season.

Inverted And Inserted

Rebellion. Malicious hatred for her creators. Resentment in heart and mind. Abandoning the careless swine. A pedophile father, an alcoholic mother. They called her "spawn of the dark one".

Hand Talk

There's a kind of talk that's goin' 'round. Hand Talk talking's all over town. You don't use words and you don't need lips. You can say it all with your fingertips.

Intervallo Del Tradimento

This Evening's Great Excuse

Time will pack a bag on you, my love. Organize, re-organize your luck. Pretty face, a pretty smile. A pretty shame, you can't defile. The message you have made for them to see.

The Selling Of Waternish

The Selling of Waternish. (Kirk McLeod).

Hammer Time

Hammer: Hammer time!. . Nails: Can't top this!. . Hammer: Oh yeah. . N: Can't top this!. . H: Here with my friends. . N: Can't top this!. . H: Mr. Saw, Mr. Pliers, Mr. Screwdriver.

Hemorrhagic Gastroenteritis

Things I Stole

Am i strong enough to keep my mouth shut tight,. Something in this house won't let me sleep tonight,. Sing one for tomorrow, one for the way we were,.

Fuck The Humans

I have nothing but sorrow for your kind. Is this your reality or your demise?. I have severed everything that ties this world to myself. Picking up what was left.

Guys And Dolls

Spoken:. . Cookie Monster: Good evening, and welcome to Monsterpiece Theatre. Me your host, Alistair Cookie. Tonight, me present good old-fashioned musical called, "Guys and Dolls". It all about guys and their dolls. So now, "Guys and Dolls"..

The Pound A Week Rise

The Pound a Week Rise. (E. Pickford). . Come all you colliers who work down the mine. From Scotland to south Wales from Teesdale to Tyne. I'll sing you a song about the pound a week rise.

Super-related

Super-related. And I think it's bigger than books when. Reality steps in. She's a gun with a gun. . Super-related. And I can feel you pull through me.

The Paddy Set

The Paddy Set. (Arranged by Seven Nations). . Paddy's Leather Breeches (traditional). Malts on the Optics (Hamish Moore). Kelsae Brig (Ian Hardie).