Just another obscure saint. Not much known about him. Probably much more important and significant than any of us will ever realize. Oh, yeah, and then there is Saint Simon. Same thing for him. RIP Alex. 3 Congas, Vintage Bass Cocktail…

vocals + effects, Bass + effects

Motion, set in motion by your actions Forced to hide in this cavern Where your spear tip will not reach Display, on display for the big show Hand fed by humans now if I could only reach above the water (Chorus) I reach out with all…

Creating conscience collectives Subjugate yourself for delivery The undisputed tolerant dictator following Underground slave to the state Righteous device of the chosen few Discovery of the demon, but you don't know what to do Believing…

Collecting coins, for your fountain of youth A life based on substance What you have you can't lose The bottom is ugly Tattooed on their skin The top of this world Must be right where you live You flaunt what you have Attention you crave…

Analyze analytical actions I suppose Formatting frustration fickle fascination falls Recite riddles maybe, or measure many moves Controlling correct posture Pulsing perpendicular (Chorus) I know to some degree the source of the lyrical…

There's a darkness creeping in the woods by a brimstone tree A withered headless horseman traveling on the breeze A mighty footprint measured 15 inches long Whispered voices rolling in off the fog (Chorus) Transcribe plates made of stone…

Motion, set in motion by your actions Forced to hide in this cavern Where your spear tip will not reach Display, on display for the big show Hand fed by humans now if I could only reach above the water (Chorus) I reach out with all…

Slowly I awaken, from a hellish little dream Like a blossom that's been plucked to early No time to bear it's fruit Conscience contradictions, envelope me in their gloom Can't embrace the darkness, or the light that it consumes Deciphering…

Slowly I awaken, from a hellish little dream Like a blossom that's been plucked to early No time to bear it's fruit Conscience contradictions, envelope me in their gloom Can't embrace the darkness, or the light that it consumes Deciphering…