from the album "orange" I’ve become, the same old song I’ve become, a headless drum I’ve become, a different son I’ve become, the complacent one Place your bets, it’s the end of regret, oh Don’t blame me cause I hardly matter…

80 bpm, b the bombs fly down towards the city the bullets scream fast as lightening and i can't believe what we do to each other the children cry for their mothers the mothers cry for their children the tears they cry fall for nobody…

from the album "orange" this game, is a, last stop before, you see, to the, very top and I'm half asleep, yet I'm wide awake and this ride isn't working out, not it's not for me cause it gets so hard to believe, in anything that you…

from the album "Orange" We'll come this way, knock it off The same as me, in a souvenir Should it be, all the sameness ceases to be All the sameness feels like a blanket on fire These mini-catastrophes are easy to wait out Cause we're…

here, this place, the magic is all around us feel, the breeze, carry away your sorrows feel, the sand, warm and soft beneath us see, the light, fading across the water another day slips away here, in paradise touch, the water, cool and wet…

from the album the Vulnerary Songs please cry me a river bare your soul, your bleeding heart til death do us part statistically you win that one innocence never ending through will alone, I carry on just enough, barely try, failure’s not much…

from the album the Vulnerary Songs hard to not crawl up under a pile of rocks and die scrapping by on next to nothing swallow my pride protect and survive magazine it’s not loaded hope I get out alive all I seek what I got coming nobody has…

from the album the Vulnerary Songs shame on me let you preach your foolish lies have to try expose the truth now the big surprise hey now, you listened quietly you never questioned, once the hate behind his eyes as if the venom wouldn’t spread…

RPM 2014 been so long since I’ve been out of the city maybe even longer than I can remember tried to leave many times, oh what a pity there’s no around anymore to take me away should I be a hermit in a barrel under the brush creek bridge…

RPM 2014 take a stand against the man when you’re backed into the corner bears his teeth and growls and scratches his claws on the floor it takes a village to decide how to count the many ways to know your wrong from right that don…