Stop that j. Zuccardi Stop that Don’t fuck with me Drop that Silly routine Come out Say what you mean Concede It’s time to come clean A tired joke Truths made of smoke Stop that Don’t fuck with me Drop that Silly routine…

Wait n See Boudreau Johnny was sixteen The first time he died New to the scene No matter how hard he tried He was caught in a down stream On the wrong side of right Crossed on the in-between Cost him his life But just This time…

Lead Us Not Boudreau I’ve stood with giants I’ve slept with thieves Fled with migrants Under your regime I’ve sung with angels Just a little off-key Held the hand of the devil She made a deal with me She said Give us this day…

Stop that j. Zuccardi Stop that Don’t fuck with me Drop that Silly routine Come out Say what you mean Concede It’s time to come clean A tired joke Truths made of smoke Stop that Don’t fuck with me Drop that Silly routine…

Wait n See Boudreau Johnny was sixteen The first time he died New to the scene No matter how hard he tried He was caught in a down stream On the wrong side of right Crossed on the in-between Cost him his life But just This time…

Fight or Flight C Maiorano Juxtaposed in an antichrist pose Quite morose and overexposed A healthy dose lightens the load Opens closed so it don’t explode Hypnotized when I open my eyes Tryin’ to hide in a thin disguise Changed your…

Lead Us Not Boudreau I’ve stood with giants I’ve slept with thieves Fled with migrants Under your regime I’ve sung with angels Just a little off-key Held the hand of the devil She made a deal with me She said Give us this day…

Clear the Air C Maiorano What did we say?? To make it fade to gray What did we do?? Consume and pollute Where did they go?? Choking flowers don’t grow Where did we fail?? To weave this tragic tale Who cares?? About what we share…

Lead Us Not Boudreau I’ve stood with giants I’ve slept with thieves Fled with migrants Under your regime I’ve sung with angels Just a little off-key Held the hand of the devil She made a deal with me She said Give us this day…

Already Lost Boudreau A day late and few bucks short Is how i lived my life Kicking around this no where town Since the Great Divide And they say that heaven can wait But i’ve seen fingers were crossed And he who speculates is already…