The World Is A Lie...not You And

The Wolf Was At The Door. His Shadow Spilled Into The Room, Taking It Over.

I Refuse To Let The Past Find Me Here.

Travel Opens Your Mind As Few Other Things Do.

The Vicar, Whose Name Is Reverend Waite, Leads Us In Prayers That All Begin With 'o Lord' And End With Our Somehow Not Being Worthy-sinners Who Have Always Been Sinners And Will Forever More Be Sinners Until We Die. It Isn't The Most Optimistic Outlook I've Ever Heard But We're Encouraged To Keep Trying Anyway.

I Can See His Pain, See It In The Way He Runs His Fingers Through His Hair, Over And Over, And I Understand What It Costs Him To Hide It All.