I know I know, drums.

Lyrics:
Any other man that would trust her would regret it
I told her that I love her that way, but I never said it I just
Listen in when she needs to even out
Her odd devil tryna revel in hell
So won’t you tell me ‘bout the

Lies
Cause you don’t care about the
Prize, baby
Tell me ‘bout the
Lies, or maybe
Your confessing can go on without addressing

Point me to the side of the line you wanna walk
I can sit or stand wherever you want, now let's talk or play
Fuck mary kill. Two for one? What a deal
I got a knife in my back and my dick in her rear
I think it’s just as well, be it heaven or hell
I wanna catch you from wherever you fell
So won’t you tell me ‘bout the

Lies
Cause you don’t care about the
Prize, baby
Tell me ‘bout the
Lies, or maybe
Your protesting left your garden unprotected

I said go and pick a side of the picket, she got offended
I told her to get off of the fence, no pun intended but you’re
Busy dressing for your favorite confession
I’ll start the session if you make it last
“No pun intended,” that’s a

Lie
Cause I don’t care about the
Prize, baby
Just wanna hear about the
Lies, or maybe
Your guilty tension is the hilt of my affection

Your Favorite Confession (demo)

I need somebody to listen to this comedy
I was reminiscing when when it came to me
I was on a mission here but now it seems
That I’m just another christian in monogamy

Never too late to change your congregation
Have a little faith and face the complications
Never found a place within the conversation
But baby I gotta face up to these allegations
Trying to bring me down

I got something in store
I took a page outta your book
Lord only knows
I had to laminate the pain who
You keeping it for
Maybe someday you’ll be famous
Keeping the score
Because you always wanted
...Something to believe

Jesus took a piece out of my concentration
I turn the other cheek in my imagination
Have a little peek into my aggravation
Baby maybe you could use a little demonstration

Never seen anything empathy saw cause maybe it’s all amalgamating
Into the sinews of prophecy, God, heaven may never know validation
Hell is crossroad, it’s a hospital for observation
Baby I gotta face up to my occupation
Trying to bring me down

I know there's nothing to doubt
Within cathedrals without windows
Heaven amounts 
To be the chariot that swings low
Shackled and bound
Maybe someday you’ll be homeless
Sticking around
Because you always wanted
...Something to believe

Never too late to change your congregation
Have a little faith and face the complications
You may be outta place within the conversation
But baby I gotta face up to these allegations
Trying to bring me down

But I got something in store
I took a page outta your book
Lord only knows
I had to laminate the pain who
You keeping it for
Maybe someday you’ll be famous
Keeping the score
Because you always wanted

Cathedrals Without Windows (demo)

I got a couple of questions I wanna ask you here son
We can go over the details but first we oughtta get you some lunch
How ‘bout a milkshake for our precious little snowflake
Making killer confessions we’re collecting like a fare pay
Fair play, airplanes, hey they’re are coming in hot
Filled with defective detectives who thought their killer caught
Or not, but don’t stop, just give’m what they want
Sir I’m electing to step in on the stories that I’ve wrought

I got
Something I thought
Someone might not
Like to hear me say
But I’m caught
With my hands up
It was my thought
To kill that dame 

I got a couple of questions I wanna ask you sir
But I’d like to get a few things straightened out here first
Mr. Henry Lee Lucas, how do you deduce this
Cross examination of a killer who’s clueless
Hey I’m no ranger I’m just a painter lately
Little boy blue who was born in a manger maybe
Am I just in it or am I the danger baby
Take your pick I’ll confess to it later

Cause I got
Something I thought
Someone might not
Like to hear me say
But I’m not
In a tight spot
I got too much
And nothing to say 

Mr. Bobby Prince as I can surmise
You're the officer making a profit off a coffin and his lies
He came like water into wine for your correctional franchise
Whose intentions don’t mention just how you manage to keep him on his high
So in your safe harbour you built a distiller
But who shaves the barber, who kills the killer
The cops not taking a shot at the plot who lead it into filler
Or the media beating up orange socks and screaming “Did he kill her?”

Well I got
Something I thought
Someone might not
Like to hear me say
But I’m not
In a low rut
And you know what?
I got nothing to say

Under Oath (demo)

Is that bad that I want to impress you
Got this cat in the bag but I wanna undress you
So I can try to break it down to something I can attest to
Now look at me while I light this fag and address you, hey

I’m 25 maybe plus or minus psilocybin 
I got time but can’t touch, I only dug it
I had a mind to be a part of me so don’t be talkin
Smack, what’s wrong with that? Not for me but you would love it

I got troubles and I got a feeling
Baby you been dumber than I been being now
Another argument within the apart I meant
To mumble it I’m stumbling better run cause here she come
 
Drunk tightrope walker, destiny stalker
Did you ever have to thank an academy? Nope nada
I’m a body but I ain’t an anatomy who gotta be
An oddity oughtta be out there but there’s a lotta these

I talk straight like my jacket
I took a life cause I just can’t hack it
But I did and now I’m happy cause I can
Rock the Casbah but Shareef he don’t like me now

I got troubles and I got a feeling
Baby you been dumber than I been being now
Another argument within the apart I meant
To mumble it I’m stumbling better run here she come

I knew that I would have to write a song about you
But I wish that it was different if it
Predicted all the fights and nights it might
Because I never had the right honey only the privilege

Another Argument (demo)

I tell all of what I see and half of what I hear
It’s like I’m asking Van Gogh if he could lend me an ear
I'm asking Jack White for a muddy pair of shoes
Cause the diamonds in my soul are too shiny for the blues
David Byrne’s square suit and Prince is in his blouse
Purple Rain is perfect weather if you’re burning down the house

You don’t ever have to wait for more instructions to pop
Cause I’m following the love from the bottom to the top
Love to play guitar like Dave Matthews and his band
I’d give an arm and a leg if he would lend me his hands
I’d ask him for aa lesson but I’d rather sing along
Singing “daddy tell me when you’re gonna put me song”

Is this all it means?
Pretending inside a dream
Well it could be a little bit better whether the weather has 
Anything better ever in neverland
But that’s the price that I pay for ever thinking I had something to say

They could care less about your speech, just want to hear you hail
That's the reason that they threw Jim Morrison in jail
You can't remain apparent if you're trying to be clear
Like a naked vampire, transparent in the mirror
I'm clean as empty pockets but my mouth is full of foam
The man is on heroine, the country's on methadone 
(And I forgot to fill my prescription)

Is this all it means?
Pretending inside a dream
Well it could be a little bit better whether the weather has 
Anything better ever in neverland
But that’s the price that I pay for ever thinking I had something to say

I tell all of what I see and half of what I hear
It’s like I’m asking Van Gogh if he could lend me an ear
I'm asking Jack White for a muddy pair of shoes
Cause the diamonds in my soul are too shiny for the blues
David Byrne’s square suit and Prince is in his blouse
Purple Rain is perfect weather if you’re burning down the house

Everneverland (demo)

One step forward and a two step back
I got the line undercover but I can’t keep track
Of a mind in the gutters of a full split, huh, match
Me with a lover who can add it up, math
I said I think the shit is numinous, they whack
Anyone who gets a clue, air quotes "heart attack"
Rat race you know the truth’ll make dead last

The fully frightening fringes of consciousness onto this
Ominous apocalyptic haunted sarcophagus are
Confiscating on account of all of our consequences
I don’t need a reminder about the fully frightening fringes of
Consciousness are onto this ominous apocalyptic
Haunted sarcophagus confiscating on account of
All our consequences I don’t need a reminder about how

Everything is self-contained
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Don’t know who to trust or to blame
And only time will tell me the name

If Genevieve is gentrified from Jennifer
Then hear me clearly it’s a difference in temperature
That’s condensing in the atmosphere
So let us figure out just what the fuck had happened here
Can I get the order to go?
With fires on the side and a bottle of Coke?
Does it come with a toy? Is it a boy or a girl’s?

The fully frightening fringes of consciousness onto this
Ominous apocalyptic haunted sarcophagus are
Confiscating on account of all of our consequences
I don’t need a reminder about the fully frightening fringes of
Consciousness are onto this ominous apocalyptic
Haunted sarcophagus confiscating on account of
All our consequences I don’t need a reminder about how

Everything is self-contained
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Don’t know who to trust or to blame
And only time will tell me the name

Why don’t I stay the night?
Play the part
Get it right
I want to sit back and lie
Deep in your eyes

Listen man I didn’t order any ketchup
Or pickles so don’t be fickle just fess up cause it’s a mess up
Don’t get your stress up lemme guess I bet the manager
Is just a stoner playing dress up
Look don’t take this the wrong way, it has been a long day
Why don’t you take the fucking order back?
Save time? Conservative? Oh I’m a Democrat
I’ll find another way to get my fucking heart attack

Oh he so tasty act so crazy
Funny man, cunning hand play life wavy
Like 6 feet under I’m gravy
Come from the one into asunder I’m hazy
On the details, afield and bewildered
Ego regale with the greenmail and a sieg hail to make a deal
If you wanna make the sale then check me out, fuckin retail

Free Play (scratch)

Where’d you get that sharp red dress?
Does it come with the rest? I’d like to know
Tell me how close you wanna play to the chest
And where my hand feels best, I’d like to know
And if we pretend that we’re more than friends
Then can we gamble the rest? I’d like to know
But can I keep the candle burning at both ends?
And can I handle the rest of my life alone?

Pangaea evenly floating along
The kind of continent an odder man would call a home
An atman in the ottoman singing a song
Rest here, ain’t got the rest of your life for long
Kick back, the universe’ll try to expand
And due to that the equity is part of the land
I take it back, everything I ever said
I’m breaking bread for the sake of Christ is all

Why don’t
You take my word for it
I got my dream but
Ain’t much to show for it
Enough of chauffeuring
All of these renegades 
Who have to find a better way
When all that I have left to say is

Where’d you get that sharp red dress?
Does it come with the rest? I’d like to know
Tell me how close you wanna play to the chest
And where my hand feels best, I’d like to know
And if we pretend that we’re more than friends
Then can we gamble the rest? I’d like to know
But can I keep the candle burning at both ends?
And can I handle the rest of my life alone?

Baby I couldn’t get ahold of your message
I’m confessing there’s a part of me that’s feeling possessive
Obsessing over what I’m repressing
Heaven or hell, can you tell that I’m guessing now?
Sit back, assume it’s all a part of the plan
A heart attack is hardly every out of demand
I pay it back, everything I ever spent
Without a cent to my pain I incorporate

Why don’t
You take my word for it
I had my dream but
Don’t think I’m over it
A two-leaf clover in
A half-forgotten reverie
That bloomed into the memory
Of something taking over me

Where’d you get that sharp red dress?
Does it come with the rest? I’d like to know
Tell me how close you wanna play to the chest
And where my hand feels best, I’d like to know
And if we pretend that we’re more than friends
Then can we gamble the rest? I’d like to know
But can I keep the candle burning at both ends?
And can I handle the rest of my life alone?

Why don’t
You take my word for it
I live the dream but
Ain’t much that’s left for me
Hormonal ecstasy 
A pherotonal symphony
That plays within my memories
The best of what was you and me 

When you wore that sharp red dress
Did it come with the rest? I guess you know
You told me how close you wanna play to the chest
And could I handle the rest? I bet you know
But did we pretend that we’re more than friends?
What’s it worth in the end? I’d like to know
If I couldn’t keep the candle burning at both ends
I guess I’ll handle the rest of my life alone

I guess I’ll handle the rest of my life alone
No need to worry or to pick up the phone
It’s for the better if I handle my life alone
But you were always the best just to let you know

Nicky Torello