based on the book by knut hamsen i stand beneath the cloudy city sky, passing time, and gnaw upon, ideas and dreams, broken self solitude, formulate my world around me, wander the streets and ravish my dreams, the scent of food surrounds me…

original lyrics were about the sheep in the US. she's my distraction, as i crash into the sea, hurling towards the brink of my frail reality, she pushes buttons then waits for self destruct, fate has brought her to me then fate gets shot by…

an older tune written for a long distance relationship this silence was laughter before this distance a warm embrace blank screen, cold kansas night don't worry my message is on its way i'm typing with fingers my fingers are arrows, flying…

there are literally 6 versions of this song that sound nothing like each other.

started out in 5, but i couldn't sing to that. it's not the loneliness, per say, it's just doing the same thing every day, alone, i'm not someone who needs daily tending, it's just that i would like to be tended to, eventually, and yet i remain…

the cold collides, outside, oh woe this hopless day, the warm resides, inside, makes me want to cry the emotions, that i hide, oh woe this hopless way, confide with the sky, don't ask me why and the branches swining, and the animals play…

amused, desire to feel inside and will i mean it confused, and scared of what I'll find, and will I believe it it's just a scratch but infection has already set it we go on like the world will never end no fear of tomorrow, no fear of today…

it's like, falling, without a sense of down it's like feeling, without a hint of doubt it's like melting without a pot to hold your soul it's like failing but without ever being told I'm fading, away their story could be our story their…

shame I make the same mistakes each time adding up, piling on this list of my crimes the biggest to the smallest weigh the same to me buried beneath of mountain with no hope of getting free holding on to my broken dreams shame I have no…

you used to be a person in your shell now you're just a shell so big inside your home the turrets face the lowly masses so big inside your home obvlious to the world as it cries out and the sun begins to shine upon our tiny world and…