Most Times Every now and then I think that I should eat. Every now and then I think that I should sleep. Every now and then I ponder what to do. Most times I just think of you. Most times I just think of you. Sometimes I will call…

JUMPSUIT BLUES As I slept this morning, I dreamed of what you said How you said you loved me, And from my toes to head Then I woke to Chow Call, Prison walls around my bed ‘Morning to you, Jesus! How did you sleep last night…

IN THIS CELL Yes, I have my problems Lord knows I’m not quite right For I was a tortured child I seek eternal night Yes, I have my hang-ups I have my cause to weep For I face a future grim I seek eternal sleep But what they say…

GONNA SIT AND ROT Gonna sit and breathe and try to understand How everything I suffer I’m clutching in my hand Got to let them go at least I hope I can Gonna sit and breathe and try to let them go That’s everything I’m clutching I’m dropping…

EPIPHANY Life, it is but a dream In the back of my mind I can plainly see What’s in the future What’s in it was for me Feel revolutions Surging through my soul I can feel a spirit That is hard and cold In the back of my…

DO YOU WISH There’s nothing I can say and nothing I can do To win your forgiveness for not being true. So, do your eyes see red while my heart is blue? Well, I crossed the line and there’s no going back. Yes, I earned your hate and…

AFTERMATH Living in the aftermath Of when the palace fell Looking on the ashes now From when my life went all to Hell Listen to the hangman’s march He’s come to free my soul Humming to my final tune Before my heart heads down…

ADAM’S PLAGUE And those not killed by Adam’s Plague Repented not the work at hand Their search for truth was strangely vague They spread their lies across the land They clung to things of stone and wood Which cannot see nor hear…

Psychedelic Folk song about growing up in the red light district, (not a biography… exactly) WOMEN OF THE NIGHT (The Crimson Lace) In the house where I was born Came the men for wicked charms Mama earned our evening meals From those…

Political Folk song, predicting a grim tomorrow, scribed in an esoteric fashion. (Coming into) WINTER TIME Days are getting shorter; days are growing colder Coming into winter time Seasons changing faster for the demon master Coming…