Focus On the
Painting with Blood
I paint the walls with blood Hoping I will finally give enough For you to be satisfied
Artificial
The last ingredient is here With a strike of lightening
Burned at the Stake
The fire has caught And I feel it
Torn
I hack away at myself At all the parts
Not Done Yet
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
Fragment of a Figment 