Hypocrite don't hit me with your bible.
I don't have anything to throw back, unless you count these sticks and stones.
Your name has escaped me.
Loot the vision that clouds the sky, betraying more than decency.
Mask your works, practice til perfect.
perceived as other than a thief,
Other than what you are.
Are you what you thought?
What are you without me?
Words rising to the surface, burned and arranged out of sequence.
When gravity seems scarce settle for something form all of the non-believers.
Ye of little faith sent to convince. I'm further along than this time last year.
Cry myself to sleep.
Sometimes there, Always scary, to count on or come through.
Disappointed, what's new.
Sound sincere. Were you ever here?
I'll give you to the count of three to disappear.
- Friends Imaginary
- Paying the Toll
- The Door
- J. Christopher's Haunting
- If These Walls Could Talk
- All Sins Returned
- Scar Barrow's Fare
- The Last King of the High..
- Born Unto (But Don't Belo..
- Leftist Out
- Turning Up Broken
- Failing Avalon
- Apologies Wanting to Make..
- Legacy Departing