Just a man… imperfect…vulnerable
Why can’t my words be seen for what they are
An expression of my ongoing struggle
I am not your culture
I am not your shelter
I am not your addiction
I am not your solution
Running with my head down
The blood fills my mouth — the sting fills my eyes
Dying to avoid the sight of the endless struggle
To find an end to this passion play of which we’re all a part
The depths we’ll fall to, for the love of Don? t want to carry it anymore — the weight on my shoulders
Your hands around my neck
Not seen as an attempt to dig deeper with myself
And now it’s my cross to bear
| 1 | Hallowed Be Thy Name |
| 2 | This Time Tomorrow |
| 3 | Blindfold |
| 4 | Shadowboxing |
| 5 | Most Precious Blood |
| 6 | What Culture |
| 7 | You Dissolve |
| 8 | Hello Cruel World |
| 9 | Worlds Apart |