star just a star on a sheep on the side of a car and the picture in your hand from a distant land with a story can't believe this is happening to me another mediocre man trapped in a master plan it's really not the star but the dream inside…

from the album "orange" I feel the same as yesterday Even though I’m losing my mind It’s hard to remember my name When I wake I never know what I will find Whither away, further each day I’m invincible Nothing can slow me down My feet…

from the new CD "Orange" You can feel the sameness, all around Beat tomorrow, into the ground, a-ha It's just the weight of sound You can smell forgiveness, if you try And hold back sorrow until you cry, a-ha It's just the weight of sound…

RPM 2011 You say the world is too complicated You say close your eyes forget it all Nobody sold me a bridge in the desert Nobody remembers with our eyes closed tight You say somedays just a point of view You say someones not much different Nobody…

RPM 2011 So wide awake the hands are still Too tired to keep them silent It barely pokes above the surface It hardly registers among the crowd So long and waves the farwell We’d better tell the authorities Goodbyes are so beautiful Disappear…

rpm 2011 Like to feel the falling rain Shed my brittle skin Maybe hard enough to face tomorrow Find out soon enough, find out soon enough And the river is clean enough to touch And it washes away the bitterness Cleaner than the falling snow Melting…

The same name calls me father Reject the pharaohs promise Hit one and feign the other Another pyramid to build The sky rejects the other Full frontal luminescent Hit twice but feeling nothing Another suicide dispenser Feel smaller shame the pathetic…

You crave the sea, the oceans far away And further every day You watch the sky, and see the birds all fly Towards their destiny But where are they going? And when can we leave? You’re climbing up, the mountain’s summit Just a few more…

from the album "Que Vive!" the faces blend together, form an enemy the faces blur, who’s the friend and who’s the enemy guilty is a feeling all human’s cry freedom from the enemy all the while freedom’s just not listening guilty is a feeling…

from the album "Que Vive!" you’re so much like me that I’m not sure where I begin and you end sometimes I even see through your eyes your shi brown eyes still innocent you’re so refined, that I can’t fake any more lies you’re clutching…