Songs of yesterday now live in the underground...

We live in troubled times.

Oh bless me lord, for I have sinned... It's been a lifetime since I last confessed...

Say goodbye to the ones that we love.

Little one, little one your soul is purging, of love and razor blades your blood is surging.

Where’s the truth in the written word if no one reads it?

Drain the pressure from the swelling, this sensation's overwhelming.

I fell asleep while watching spike tv, after 10 cups of coffee and you‘re still not here.

There's a boy who fogs his world and now is getting lazy, has no motivation and frustration makes him crazy. He makes a plan to take a stand but always ends up sitting.

So don’t think twice, we live in troubled times.

City of the dead, at the end of another lost highway, sings misleading to nowhere.

Scream at me until my ears bleed, I'm taking heed just for you.

My shadows are the one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.

Don’t cross, don’t cross the line because you’ll be a scab, not a martyr.

The city of damage control.

I feel like a cello, lost somewhere over the rainbow way up high.

Teach your children well from the bottom of the well.

Don’t cross, don’t cross the line because you’ll be a scab, not a martyr.

Talk is cheap and lies are expensive.

Mass Hysteria.