it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows