Vārdi:
No Trigger Canyoneer

I?ll cast a thousand votes and write a thousand books And thoughts of mine still won?t be heard You can create a priceless art that seldom ever hear

Let ?em hear you in the back. The muffled whispers from the back of the hall resonate right through the crowd. The wall of sound takes aim and quickly

its not about backbones this time around. Maybe one chance, I don't know. I keep on counting down, I keep on getting to zero. Dragging ourselves over the canyon

Here?s to the day when all the skies turned white. Warm powder coated parking lots, familiar thoughts, most higher forms of life. And all the commotion

Products of lust through incidental reproduction A group of kids stuffed, primed and fated for self destruction Four or five years will get the job done

It?s like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every thought away Blindfolded, I try spear gun down my own tail of blame Intelligentsia, mediums, media