I will dig myself out Of the grave you made me
Starting to Agree
You know crazy When you hear
Howl
Howling in the night Of all the thoughts
Dabbling in Voodoo
Unfortunate people Come around
Too Drunk
Drunk on the power He never noticed
Autumn
The orange of the pumpkin field Can be seen for acres
Twisting
The demons in me Enjoy twisting my every thought
Hell on Earth
In the place Even the devil
Food for Thought
No rest for the wicked Or so they say
Well Fed
He feeds on terror A steady diet
Fragment of a Figment 