the mist is lifted to reveal an abandon road. leading to a discarded train track town. the sign still reads "rooms to let" even though this place has
despair. bankrupt on the fact that you have no power over your disposition. like a (great)ghost that speaks breathy in your ear. it's a common theme but
drink in, as you sink into the floor. last call, as you stagger out the door. dream of a better life on a coast you've never known. remember loves you
him and swore the distance would not break their bond" Songs of season cling to clay memories Summer flings fingerprints all over them Like a grain of sand on a
Passed by a patch of flowers planted to form a cross But they were dead just like my faith in the shape that they were born in And I couldn't help but
A phone call A hospital waiting room I saw you sleeping never to awake Could barely recognize you laying lifeless laying still Churches and hospitals
away at the back of my mind. feeding on my inhibitions. i wanna sever the bonds that have tied me down, and tied my tongue. wage war with the lesser self. be a
mighty oak won't last for long. let's hear it for ideals, can i get a round of sound for something real. for he's a jolly good fellow, but he's being
at every evil that's in range. Gutless mangy mutts that masquerade as dainty ladies waisting daises on shallow graves. A clever cover to a book with
a ramp behind the house, and let's jump bikes off of it. let's make a list. let's follow it. "rainy day surprises" and military exercises. let's build a
Love if you're reading this, than I am already gone. Since I've fallen into grey, don't hesitate to take another love. Don't want you to be alone, I
just as pungent. But I don't want to turn this record into a laundry mat. I just want to know [Chorus:] Is it possible to trade in a silver tongue for a
shed your appendages. trade your skin for scales. venomous speech. your blood stained teeth. you won't stop until you've sucked us dry. you speak your
you get your shit together". His head still a haze from today's dose or basement drug, Shane sits with his face in his hands. Tries to think of a way
got to pull the whole weight now. Cause the knob on the door won't turn without your hand. And lady luck is a fickle mistress if you've got a pen cause
you're not alone. but don't feel bad. you know it's not your fault. your parents basically laid the foundation. the product of a loveless marriage. it
A look of adoration you know is not mistaken or faked He questions the validity of his life Hair grows thin as skin grows thick His eyes convey an emptiness only a
choices even mine to make? [Chorus:] As I saw my youth in the splendor of a well lit sky and the moon's reflection on a pebble. I saw my future in a