The sight of hands wringing, a worrying glance you feel pins and needles, seems all left to chance When I lose control of, the marbles and pegs It’s all an illusion, all in your head – if you don’t mind The depth of the panic, a bargain…

Calm your senses for the hypnotist Convex phrases oh so delicate I’m testing if you’re worthy You’re waiting patiently Better forgive me now, before I find a new low Better regret me now, the devil you think you know Better that you…

A paper empire, built off our sweat, a too well traveled trail. A river’s rapid flow that carries you, well beyond the pale. Now you’ve gotten what you need Fairy tales forgotten And you taken what you please And paid us next to nothing…

Piece together phrases missing letters Sharpening your senses like my scissors Prime the Trojan horse and battering ram Find an empty vault instead of the plans Like a magazine, cut up lines to feed A ransom note for you to Read and then…

Polishing the silver tongue and straightening the tie Born to wear the lions mane and mingle with the vile White Mercedes on the lawn the party’s in the back And by the time the guests are gone your eyes are painted black. Racing to the…

The wife has gone to London on the train to see an old friend the kids are busy doing their own thing and I'm on my own down in the cellar and this one came out...... On our own I don’t know what it is The reasons I can not see But there…

Very likely the last song I will ever record. I wanted to do something a little different.

compass spinning never winning a chance to play dead and drift in your head pin the needle shun the steeple all the people aimless irreverent north south east west I'm so lost in this maze a perpetual daze a perpetual daze

The shiny silver apparatus was most efficient at ferrying its passenger at extraordinary speeds to nowhere in particular worth going. Freesound Samples : * 277367__jumpel__time-hall * 95544__vumanize__celia * 346690__deleted_user_2104797__lift…

Robot wants to go to heaven, but wasn't designed for cloud escalators. Robot begs the drones to take it up to the clouds, but St. Peter objects from his heavenly tollbooth.

Whatever twisted fate befell those contaminated by the orange mutagen, they began to wriggle, writhe, and squirm their way from the subway, swamps, and sewers, to spread their glowing cheer. Freesound Samples Used : 192497_murraysortz_bubbles…