Gone is the ice age That drifted to heart last summer...
The passing days are glorious centuries This country permeates my boundless...
When Friday ends I want to be on the road Near...
We learn We die We are reborn Sep A Rate Life...
A dream, no fantasy Of you and a gun On the...
Clothing aside Our bodies come upon Each other False pride soon...
Little Miss Softy Wants to rest but Her mind is Pressed...
I carved A broken heart On the bottom of my foot....
I would bet a million dollars On a fair haired betrayal...
I told him once again As he tried to spy My...