It was a late-in-the-summer night Nearing the end of a bumpy ride Through the backstage parking lots of the country We went past the cars at the fray The cops on bikes The security gate Into the trees...
(Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider) Cremation has it's benefits, Damnation almost as good as it, Salvation should be a crime, But ruination works every time. So rise. Rise. This time won't be the last. So...
Well, what is his status, Gretchen? His vital signs are fluctuating wildly. It's been a struggle ever since that fiasco in the crypt. I do hope I haven't made this trip for nothing. Gee, Nigel, your...
Put on your war paint You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground We are the jack-o-lanterns in July, setting fire to the sky Here, here comes...
so I take another step, and one more breath closer to death. there's things going on in this world that got me stressed. lately I find myself searching my soul. looking for signs of life, a warmth in...