Days wake up
Where lives are loaded
Into chambers that threaten
Often wonder presents mine over
Body's breathless
Spirit has grown from
Scars crept up from stairs to ground
No strip club, no handcuffs...
We've allowed this touch
Expect judgement and reflect
From across the fence...
These mirrors
Broke show, show times
In us still...
Walls
The Union
Hold The Line
Don't Try This At Home
W.a.l.l.s.
Bill Dance Lands The Big One
Rollin' And Tumblin' On Santa's Rotisserie
God Ain't Got No Use For A 180 LB. Bag Of Sugar
The Lost & Damned
Suicide's Best Friend
Behind Those Eyes
12.21.12
5 Deep On Charlie
I Don't Mean To Impose, But I Am The Ocean
Hold The Line
Crunchy Black Did Me In At Midnight Madness
Behind Those Eyes
Vicky Mayhem
Carroll 14 Wossman 7
I Bet Heaven Looks A Lot Like Talladega