You talk like a man with a paper butt,
you are a chicken with a rooster strut...

We're born destined to die,
intelligent design...

Passing obsessions
mysteriously connect...

From the ashes of disaster,
grow the roses of success...

She looks like a nun in habit clothed
far from the mortal sins often loathed...

There once was a paternal farce
Whose presence was often times sparse...

I feel like a pawn in their game
I am not even a white knight...

From strongest soldiers we desire decrease
that thereby mother's child might never die...

Peace of Mind
If you want a piece of my mind...

Prophecy proclaims a thousand year reign
Ethereal order reclaiming its domain...

After escaping the low lands
our first thought was a mound...

Penal ties x 2 WTF is new
Winning the future too...