Monsters

Skeletone Key

What Is On Your Mind

All By Design

The American Way

World Up There

Violent Sky

Breathe

End Of An Era

Amphetamine

We see it in the lines of our faces. 
The weight in our eyes of amazement.
It's alright it's alright it's alright.
We'll spend all our time getting wasted.
When we were young, we believed in
what we'd become, but this is all.

Oh to be alive. Here at the end of time...

We put our knees to the pavement,
faint from the weight of amazement.
It's alright it's alright it's alright.
It's time that we finally faced it.

To Be Alive

Oh it was easy for you and for me
now we find we have to try.
We met when we were well fed and eager
now we find we have to try.
We want the same things, for other reasons. 
Now we find we have to try.

There is a crack in the sky
where the light gets inside
I'll never make it alive
But I still have to try
So I guess this is goodbye

We thought that we knew 
who we would run to
We fall apart we fall apart
We're not guilty 
it's just entropy
it pulls apart it pulls apart

There is a crack in the sky...

Crack In The Sky

There's no one here to hear us tearing up the empty streets into the night into the night. There's no one here to hear us carving in the concrete, 'cause we move faster than the light. And when they try to write the pages of our history making clear just what we did here tonight- by the time the ink is dry it will be obsolete, 'cause we move faster than the light.

Ohhhh we can outrun the edge of the sun. Ohhhh we can become.

Into the night we make our mark upon our memory. Into the night into the night. To all the sirens that are singing like a symphony, yes we move faster than the light.

Edge Of The Sun

I paint violently bright shades on the spaces you've replaced. Holding fast to every face I see hoping that they might know me. Carving hatchmarks into trees 'cause I seem to repeat each and every road that leads me back to my misdeeds.

It's not enough, not even close. This is the end, the end of the race. It's over now we had our chance. This is the end. It's just too little too late.

I put paintings on my skin just to hide the things within, only I am now so thin that the shades are growing dim.

CATALINE

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