- Writer's Block
It doesn't matter what i say
It could be anything
All that matters is what they hear
And fuck, it can be beautiful
Fuck, we'll turn it into something grand
We killed the meaning
There's nothing to hear
Say it again
We're all shooting blanks
We're reckless and we've got nothing to say
Fuck
I could be way out on a limb
But i don't think you're hearing me
You only like the words that are cliche
But then again, who gives a fuck?
Most of you just want to fuck each other up
I doubt you even hear
I doubt you even care
Fuck
Letras
- (Re) Acquaintance
39th And Glisan
Ante Up
Before You Fall Asleep
By Now
Consequence (What Comes Next)
Critical Thought
Everything But Everything
Four Years Too Late
Fractures
Hang the Jury
Holding the Claws
If It Rains
January 2nd
Pardon the Interruption
Part II (Motel Art)
Past The Stars
Picking Up the Pieces
Play the Tune or Die
Post Script
Resolution
Rough Draft (An Explanation)
Save Our Ship
Sick Of Sleeping
Ten (10) 1/2
The Scape
Thirteen Steps
Thirty Four Seconds
We Were
We'll Always Have Paris
We're All Dead Ends
Where The Heart Is
Writer's Block
You're All Welcome