Eat Your Dust In Sections

It Hasn't Left The Air For Days

Every Sneeze The Glue That Puts You To The Wall

We'd Watch The Fires Go Out

On Every Corner

You Used To Cry Watching Television Sets

You Used To Smile When The Window Was A World

But Now It's Closed

Waiting To Grow

You Curl Up In Tinfoil

Good Reception...Bad Response

Clawing At The Information

Catching Street Noise In A Jar For Later

Hail The Super Victims

Vacuum Vaccines For Those Who Time Ticks For

Ghost Town Politics With Treats For Tricksters

We Watch The Fires Go Out

In Every Eyeball

The Hunting Takes Too Long

You Were Just There

Disappearing

I Smell Sulfur...you Spell Stardom



Low Concept/ High Maintenance

Smoke Machines Give Tragedy A Home.



Cursed Generations

Forgetting Not To Become Their Fathers

Every Cough Erases One More Joyride

You'd Set The Fires At Night

On Every Corner

You Used To Cry When The World Was A Window

And Now You Wave To And Tip The Window Wiper

Was It Too Rough To Stay Afloat

Between Risk And Beauty

Would You Rather Have Good Credit

Falling From Illumination

Putting Street Noise In A Trunk For Later



Fail To Catch The Echoes

But Grab The Alarm From A Tunnel Of Anxiety

Forget The Fires They're Out

In Every Eyeball

The Hunting Took Too Long

You Were Just There

Disappearing

I Smell Sulfur... You Spell Stability