if He's real, why is there pain? a sinner's words will stain. why do they run from Him they should sit back and relax just relaxeverytime they dig down
modern day temple infected green fake, pasted, and broadcasting stems and flags that the market needs the kids will scream and join the scenewe've
unbroken promises are cliche, i'm sure cliche's will be cliche one day. so can you see why i spaz? given my history if something's wrong it's wrong
home is where the heart is, but your home is dead with an ego matched only by your narcissism the sleeve is where your heart should be but you swell
jaded eyes and stained glass windows. martyred beliefs and empty lies. monotony leaves only apathy. fake emotions are as good as lies. the feelings
the Word(s) mean nothing to us now - means to an end substitutes for byproducts and carbon copies of cheapend lore. - sell more, sell more.so are we
life didn't turn out the way i thought it would not in denial, lost the lamplight that will take me there soon i'll be accused of trying something new
how far we?ve come from being bits. how far we?ve come from grieving spirits. how far?how far?pause, drift a nudge. hesitate the moment. stall reflecting
we can live like spies in a small town uncover secrets about the lives we've always known discover meanings and reasons for being and then pretend that
books and covers and pigeon holes? walk in the door ears burning already in a box - wheels turning pre-conceived notions and quiet whispersjudge me
i wanna write a new song, but you never listen .. show you the world, but you lost your visionand on the screen they antagonize the arch rivals collide
're together i swear could skip a stone in the sky and watch it bounce from cloud to cloud to cloudtime can only tell such an awkward tale can't spam
