Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.

Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;

Liar. My half-track eyes, Spy; A Liar. A mind swept clear,

Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…

I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way

You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…

Now is the time to let go. For so long I have been selfish. Rarely attending to anyone, other than myself and my son. If you don’t take care of yourself…

A devastating delay, In-direction… Wars throbbing erection. On this acoustic world, the boots… In the mud, impressions of hijacke… Run, run, run... on blood-bound so…

Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.

I can burn a page or two, forget a name with the thought of… Ignore the need, the pleas, but this thing I cannot do. I want to bring it to you,

We are almost there... Of aged Spirit; Of ripe cycles returning home to e… Made from quilted wounds, and soon… A Curtain Calling Us Home.

That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;

The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.