All That Foreign Oil Controlling

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You

She Speaks With A Stutter And She And She Walks With A Hop. I Don't Know Why I Love Her, But I Just Can't Stop.

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.