Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...

This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...

Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...

Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...

The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...

Four sunflowers stood wilting in a field
At the dying of the light and the creeping of the...

I’d rather cover myself in gasoline
And dance naked with a flame...

Self destructive kind of day
Still I seem to find my way...

Why do so many bad men turn to Jesus
And continue to act in heinous ways...

To be what is left
When everyone has taken what they wanted...