Well, I'm a feeder on the bottom I say smoke 'em if you got 'em The illusion of perfection, sleight of hand, and misdirection On the curvature on the columns I'm the song that the sirens are singing I'm the gloves that left your ears ringing I'm a stain along a dipstick and a hog dressed up with lipstick I'm the come-down that the morning's...Learn More

And so came the sudden grace, the draw of a tarot card Winds carry winter rain, envy on a bullet train Hopeful for a clear lit sign from the radio But the songs all sound the same, the message never came And it’s easier to cling to nothing than to let it go Pain gives birth to lies, patterns will always show And at the deepest pits of the...Learn More