I stand and I wade through it
The sites and sounds of a torn psyche...

Squashing insects beneath our fingers
No consideration for such little lives...

He never thought he mattered
It’s hard to when on your own...

Are you happy
Does it make you smile...

Put the slogan up next to scripture
Hang their symbols in front of god...

I will never walk like you
I don’t need any forgiveness...

Two souls inside a picture frame
Nothing changes, always stays the same...

Her days have been many
But somehow short...

There’s dead men in the reservoir
In the water that we drink...

The air in here is strange
I’ll admit I am afraid...

The father still loves me
And he loves you too...

Your spectre keeps me sleepless
Smiling wide into the darkness...