Expostion of the Carapace Oh I told you not to worry so much These things have a way of making you worse Underneath I can tell you're a smarter person than that What you're trying to sell, Only makes it worse Only makes it worse for you.

FaitAccompli So you're gonna play it fast and loose with the truth Over here, I dont remember much what came before you? and I bet you wanna shoulder all the blame you can hold on to what you never knew But you thought of something that…

There I go again, thinking You might have something to say Some sympathy for me? I’ve worn out my welcome tonight And it’s freezing on this desert trip I’ve been screaming at the slightest things And Robert Blake smiles On the tv by…

Our big epic number. surely a closer. tried to write words but the organic way the song came about kept me from violating such a sacred thing with something less than stellar. or as organic anyway. every other attempt left me feeling... fake…

a group dynamic is reached.