SONGS
Always Artificial
Gain
Insomnia
Of Truth
Oh, You Didn't Say
The Third Level of Existence, Pt. II

OF TRUTH

It drives one mad. It's frustrating. You know I want to break it in two. It is torture. It is pain. It's in the way once and again now move.

Came clean, then it took off again. Mixed up, maybe you need a hand this time. A brave and unconscious blend of truth.

Things are bad even when things are good. Things would kill you if they could choke. Do you feel nautious? Do you feel sick? You'd feel much better with one quick dose.

Came clean, then it took off again. Mixed up, maybe you need a hand this time. A brave and unconscious blend of truth.