Sand In Your Eyes

(R. Langdon). When the world died laughing, laughing at you. While others cry hungry you go with out food. Still you can see that as the world splits its sides.

Sunday A.m.

Sixty Days

Sandbox

Scream

Hey you sucker!. Wanna impress the others. that you have to hit your child?. Are you such an asshole?. Are you such an weirdo?. You know, you make me wild!.

Sin City: Your Bed Sheets, My Legacy

I'll be the sea to your vacation,. A subtle vocation,. But I handle it well,. I'll be the summer to your dress,. The one I'd love best,. If you didn't wear it where we slept,.

Silence On The Eighth

Test your memory. not about arithmetic. or the things that you should already know. it's 11:30 and it's too early. to close your eyes. just to say goodnight.

Safety

Promise to keep these promises,. I write but never read out loud.. For their deafening sound,. could shake the very ground,. below the swollen clouds..

Straight Lines To Bad Lands

It construction I'll honour your soul. Laid down something more beautiful. I'm temped to rewrite it all. This time I know I'm going. . In straight lines to bad lands.

Silver Sun

Make a wish on a silver sun. A day like this can't be wasted. Make a wish don't tell anyone. Coll this temper with laughter. . Daylight comes crashing in.

Same Old Story

Same old story. In time for a warning. I'm gonna turn around. You'll be gone, a nice little goodbye songbird. Unheard, your precious light, your precious light will shine.

Still Aging

Song For The Others

Second Life Replay

Surrender

Fall in to pieces, our time has come. Let nothing surround us, but love and song. . Could you wait for my surrender. Cause I'm not the hurting kind. Could you wait for my surrender.

Sings

I want you to know. it's not your fault. what I've become. is all I own. . I live inside. my own machine. but these clocks that keep me. will always. .

Sell Out

(Give it up you said you wouldn't give it out). . I am not your suicide. Machines have brought you back to life. You know it's all in your head. . See me feel me.

Silicon

Such a strange parade without destination,. the last mascaraed with a headshot collusion,. hard to breath rebellion, when you're trapped like a spider,.

Stockhausen, Es Ist Ihr Gehirn, Das Ich Suche

it's just a little less. (uh sorry, sorry, let me do that again). it's a lot like you're pushing too hard. it's just a little less. you compensate enough for your lack of, your lack....

St. Broadrick Is In Antarctica

I know you don't want change. but nothing is ever what it used to be. grab the rope, hoist yourself up. with a coffee in hand. comforted by reliance on substance.