Do you get some kind of confidence,
from painting on that face...

I wanted to write a love song
but I had no-one to sing it to...

I wanted to put these words to a distorted beat
Where the guitar riffs drown my speech...

Just another soldier
serving in this war we call an American dream...

My TP....
your so damn soft...

Your so goddamn artificial
that make-up covers your truth...

Surrounding myself
in bloodred sheets of oblivion...

This pounding stress is getting to me
visions of you on my mind, constantly...

-*-This is a series about a girl, who in the midst...

A deep sin is secreted,
she tries her best to lie...

I can see whats behind your green eyes
through the lies that try to cover you...

The ones that know you most,
are the tears youve cried...