I see the mask with eyes all glass arise Before the lies begin to drive their tongues With lashes fast to ends of bad goodbyes In lows so...

I build this house of words in psalms to hold The truth for those still coming forth from Time's breach, to provide a home to minds grown...

I hate I cry, I love I die; I know The road but throw the stone, because a stone Thrown feels like home always looking for woe; Looking...

This skin seeks sin like magnets mixed en masse, Like masked men seeking clashes of class affront With barrels loaded full of pasts...