Well I ain't no dog, but I can bite.

Like the dog outside that says it owns the street.

It's one part Revelation, two part Psalms.

My skin gets thicker, covered in needles and spikes.

Had that dream again. Where we were Siamese twins, and I'd follow you everywhere.

What makes it float, also makes it sink.

A desperate heart breaks, slip it in a briefcase.

do you ponder? a WAV format version of the album is available on soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/brett-warren

Have you ever felt like it was YOU who were the problem? If you haven't, then you're missing out on one of the purest forms of self loathing that humanity has to offer. This is dedicated to the fine soul who actually did find something lovable…