Lying In Bed, You Know, You Don't

Life Is A Sleazy Stranger, Who Looks Vaguely Familiar; Flirting With A Bimbo Named Disaster At The End Of The Bar.

I'd Rather Suffer The Consequences Of Truth Than Of Silence.

I Know My Mind Is Made Of Matter But I Need To Know Exactly What Is The Matter At It's Core? Because My Heart Is Just A Muscle And Simply Put, It's Sore.

We're Led By Denial Like Lambs To Slaughter, Serving Empires Of Style And Carbonated Sugar Water.

For Every Hand Extended Another Lies In Wait. Keep Your Eye On That One Girl...anticipate.