Tonight, while my children sleep,
I'll walk out of the house...
I work alone,
but I am part of a team...
(Despair)
In this my skin it's still empty here...
Nothing is ever
exactly what you want but...
They're mixed emotions
Heated to a boil...
Through the eyes of a child the world is beautiful...
The eyes of a child will always see light...
I’m angry, and I definitely don’t have as much...
to that rage as the victims...
When my short-lived Vacation is over
My precious time under the Sun is done...
Twisted is the night when rainfall brings her home
casting formations upon love circles and echos of...
This is my world,
the one I created...
I stifle my scream
Turn pain to Peaches and Cream...
threading twelve needles
through many flooded cave networks...