God made the heavens in which we awe,
and the Earth in which we stand upon...

Donna Faye, why are you depressed?
Leave behind that broken notion...

It's another day at 4 a.m. to let my conscience...
Feeling like a firewall with passable defenses...

As the gunslinger sings out against his own...
Doing a double time to get his grave dug he finds...

Feeling cheap and undefeated,
Found out life is what I needed...

It's come to this I'm acting like a poet,
Can I just dream or does he have to fake it...

It's oh so loud they're holding me,
I'm talking soft so all you'll see...

It's hurt so good for all my life,
This simple feeling won't suffice...

Let's get wrecked and spend some time just walking...
We'll watch our dreams go flying by as we lay...

I'm heading off to buy some
Flowers for my woman...

Slow spiral downfall into the hole I dug myself...
She belongs to me...

A raspy sorting of words and feeling,
Long staring into artistic ceilings...