 
Every fucking day, I have to deal with the pressure I put on
myself, to outdo myself.  But I can't ask for help, I can't admit I'm weak.  I'm
going back on my words, I'm going back on who I used to be.  I can't take it
anymore.  Every day I wage a war on myself because I'd rather die than let this
win over me.  I can't let this win over me.  How can I be expected to help anyone
else, when I can't even help myself?  Call me a hypocrite and I'll be the first
one to agree.  I am no longer the prophet I once claimed to be.  I'm stuck
between trying to find where I stand, and what it is I stand for.  I am no one.
 
| 1 | The Disconnect | 
| 2 | Sturdy Wings | 
| 3 | Digression | 
| 4 | Reflection | 
| 5 | Goodbye, Megaton | 
| 6 | To The Grave | 
| 7 | Pedestal | 
| 8 | Prophets | 
| 9 | Thank God | 
| 10 | Sinking |