Wander without being lost

Technicolor memories The stick figure man Went gun in hand To the room to be by himself At times that room Was like his mama...

Even though There we were With the world at our feet Dreams at our fingertips Standing so close Yet so far away Wouldn’t dre...

The remains Where do our Fallen Foes Or Heroes Go Do they fly into The sky On chariots of light To fight again For redempt...

People of Wal-Mart They wear the weirdest Shit No thought no grace They get away with it Absolutely no shame on their faces An...

Nothing more You lay there With that look upon Your face And I left With a lingering Taste On my lips And the sent Of sex i...