…I'm drained but aching for more And the devil inside is reading The words of the saddest poem To be engraved on the stone on my grave I'd kill to share your pain (and carry the shame) And sell my soul for you just to…

…There is no turning back from this unending path of mine Serpentine and back it stands before my eyes To hell and back, it will lead me once more It's all I have as I stumble in and out of grace I walk through the…

…We live in every moment but this one Why don't we recognize the faces loving us so What's God if not the spark that started life Smile of a stranger Sweet music, starry skies Wonder, mystery, wherever my road goes…

…of time, to see them, happy homes are, somewhere else. You are all cruel to the women, you see it later, when you have the need of the families, you really no tplay along at all, you take care of all your needs, it doenst really matter who fills it. Its all you and your self, the ego is like god, you dont see yourself.…

…here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past…

…, tolling for his farewell The morning dawned, upon his altar Remains of the dark passion play Performed by his friends without shame Spitting on his grave as they came Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray to…

…Let me tell you a story Story of a man Who wants to be a god God of the wind He dressed to brown Brown leather clothes He used a bone mace And ate mushrooms He lived in the woods There trees are huge Only friends were…