My heart's dark, but it's rising. I'm pulling all the faith I can see.
When I look at myself, I don't see the man I wanted to be.
You can't start a fire without a spark
From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap, through the Badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path.
Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.
Sometimes I do an automatic songs, songs that you don't really think about, or work on. You just look back and it sorta surprises you.