Us Survivors
Under Development
Virtual Love Affairs
Symptom Factor
Your Junk
Broken Spoke
Symptom of Decay
Appocalypse Avenue
Echoe Box
Third Wing
Untitled
There Must Have Been
Shadow Wars
I'm Dead
Blowout
Last Summer
Another Chalk Up
Undercover
A Breath for the Year
Blue Eyes
All the Hate
Cratered
Virtigo
About Love
A Different Kind of Kiss
The Goblins of Trois:
A Prose Piece that
Appears in the 98 Book
There must have been something
That made things burn out the way they did
This thing you say is nothing
But it's eating away the lining in my head
Come to the realization in your own mind
We are in it for the life that we find
There must have been something that made us blind
Now we can only fall back into the wasted time
Dreams . . .
They turn into bullshit in the end
Listen to what I say my friend
The life that you crave will evade
Who you are is what you do in this charade
All of your aspirations will soon blow away
In the same icy wind that'll never fade
There must have been a reason
There must have been a reason
Somehow you will find it pleasing
As your dreams fade with the seasons