Red's Wreckage- I walk these streets of steel and mistrust. Sharpened six a.m. shadows, beer in my gut. Broken glass cuts my feet as I start. I watch convictions burn, and as the smoke clears all I see is the ashes of broken hearts. The smell of rain on concrete reminds me of days we had. Getting stuck in our side, bullets shot through our pride. I find empty pockets in empty places. Their flags are raises and the poles are placed in the husks of those once full. I've seen far too many broken backs in nineteen years of questioning the reasoning from mouths and minds ripe with fear and regret. Crumbling under years of rust, what can we trust? Meaning sought after in that which rots under our feet (foundations) So I wipe the blood from my lip, the tears from my eyes. The mud from my brow, the stitch from my side. There's trains rolling on the tracks, and I could leave today, turn my back and ride away. But would the sun set on misfortune and pain, or does the situation ever change. Reconciliation found in a new place. Same jaded town, different fucking name. These gravel roads, they take me home. Nebraska sunrise, take me home. (the sun's coming up and the rain's falling down. With another notch in my belt, I push through today.)

Oath of an arsonist- Alarm rings, rub sleep from eyes. Push away the morning sunrise. The silence cuts through desperation and broken skies. Look out on dead end streets and fallen leaves, I'm packing in and shipping out with Autumn breeze. And we sit, and we drift; with wars in head raging on. And we swill, and we sway. Spit fractured words from frozen lips, pass out secure tonight with a song unsung from weathered lungs. Frail words still pierce when shot from a loaded gun, So I hide the scars today, and cope on my own. Your words froze me like a northern wind, Hearts shut down as January sets in. I turn my back with no regrets. Look out on dead end streets, and fallen leaves. I'm packing in and shipping out with wars in head raging on. But no matter no care, we're huddled and we're here. These dying leaves still burn with hope. And somewhere, at the end of all this, there's a piece of me, a piece of us.

McFuckyou- They take your air, it's not fair. Don't let them steal, bite back on their bullshit. Bring them down, not to terrorize you. Things are unsafe, they'll bleed another dry They try to turn you into a clone, they'll pull another in it's a class war, it's a price war, it's a full on war. It's a system that loops the upper and middle classes While the working class burns (working there) and are treated like slaves. Don't fight in their war, just fight their war (we won't stop), watch your back be true to yourself. We're not civil(ized), we're afraid to be human, treat other's with the respect that they deserve. Instead of using them as tools or steps or rugs to wipe our feet. You say "everything's okay", that's full out bullshit, we take others and put them in the streets, pretend they're not people, I saw your face when you walked away, it's like you never heard the truth. We won't stop, we won't stop til it's all fucking gone.

Alaskan Hideaway Never More- I know you hurt inside, but how can I apologize for pain I didn't cause. I know you feel rage inside, I feel it too. But take that rage and put it out your mouth, your mouth can say things your fists can't feel. Saw your fire; saw it blazing bright. (Your fists) Then it came out and took my breath away. (Cannot speak as loud) Now I'm here to say it wasn't the answer. (As your mouth) Even though I sat and looked away, now I sit alone with nothing to feel, alone and afraid for you, wherever you are. Dying to say it wasn't the answer, and dying to say I'm sorry.

Derailer- This house is feeling so broken, like the bottle in the street. And all I can think of is whiskey on concrete. I thought I tried all of this before, but all of these memories do nothing but make me sore. I remember seeing you screaming from the bathroom floor, broken down. Got no fuel I'm empty (I run low). Have you forgotten everything we did? I can not fill my home (my heart), so i'll drain this bottle. This house is feeling so empty, ever since you left. I'm counting the nights I spend alone, drunk in my bed. I'm so sick of feeling this way, obligated to be broken, so sick of feeling so jaded, and sick of feeling so hated. Sick of feeling resentment, and aching to find contentment. Sick of running on empty (but I'm running on.) I always broke myself down to build you back up, and even now I hide this from you. I want you to watch me forget everything, forget who I am, and watch a smile cross my face.

Sow Life- Sitting there acting stagnant, are you just afraid to create? Your fingertips shaking, trembling, do you want it to be too late? You choose the end. I choose the means. You pull us away from what we could be. What we do today, we'll always know, and it will slow their spread, but let us help to grow. So I will… scream, dance, teach, give. Unleash your tongues. Burn the bridges in your mind; that connect your pains that make you blind. Learn to notice that everything can change and make you find. What we do today, will be there tomorrow. And break one more chain, and help ease the sorrow. So I will…

Bixby- Our human nature deteriorating silently. Bought fourth by talks shows, and television bullshit. You didn't even see it you racist. A thought you had before, how can you sleep w/ yourself? If you close the door another will open, I hope you don't throw away your keys. Senseless measurement of a human being, How can you sleep w/ yourself?

Lake Vermillion- We had it all, all of our problems solved at the end of a line. We walked that line. We held on tight. We watched others fight (can't you see I'm holding on?) Sometimes it was for their lives. This song is dedicated to you. Thanks for being you. Sing me another song about two people getting along, or should we just bury these and other stories at the bottom of lake Vermillion.

Nickelbound- Four years, looked back. The last time we saw we're great. On top, the world planned in front. Together we stood out, arms locked. We worked, we tried, we had nothing to hide. Looking back to see where I stand, now's where you'll find me, this isn't planned. And do I bleed? You couldn't see. Last time I saw you saw me, eyes look down or fade away. There's no need to see me, or so you say, in the back of your head it will stay with memories forgotten. Left to hang out and dry. I can feel your sigh as you struggle to breath, no room left for you to breath in the little tiny box you built for yourself.

Caustic- Now you say you just can't cope, subversions beginning to take its toll. And now you say you've lost all hope. We'll catch each other when we fall. Don't let 'em break you down. Hold your head up high. It's the only way to live. And always know that I, am always here to give you strength. Moments of depression, what will replace your fears? And what stands between you and your fall, is one more tear. Your desperate soul is reaching for a mind to call your own, its sucking out your life's blood. How I will bleed for you. Its in your mind, let it pour, Stop this war! Pulling you down, crushing your heart, sucking out your life's blood. Now I will bleed for you.

All the years- How come everything knocks me on my ass? Every time I get up things just seem to crash on me. Sit on my ass feeling uninspired. I can't help but feel that way, I guess I'll look to yesterday for the answer. The hole that I got so trapped in is the one you dug for me. How come everything comes back and slaps me in the face? To few people, to get me off my ass. Close my eyes and pretend not to see it, the earth becomes my bed. The earth becomes my bed of ashes, from all the people before who have been fucked! The fire that you can't extinguish, burning white with hate, how could you be brought up like that? Guess that someone dug a hole for you.

Ishmael- Look around where do we find ourselves? Stuck in a culture, where our minds are melted. To believe we are perfection in evolution. To believe early man lived a life he hated. To see our culture as divine; to not realize this our decline. What does mother culture tell you? We work our lives away, all for one reason. Where is the food? Under lock and key, under lock and key. Totalitarian agriculture is killing us all. Look around where do we find ourselves? In a downward spiral we call civilization. Expanding and farming towards our destruction. We tremble at the thought of our retreat. Our first 3 million years are now obsolete.

Dirt- Where do you go when you get up and decide to run? Your misplaced hate and unjustified anger, is the thing that finally did you in. How could you be so careless, when it came to something so big in your life? It takes a strong person to see what they did in the end. For you it wasn't so easy to finally get things right in your head. So now your older, stepping back, you should be looking forward. Past your life, and to who you really are. So many things you should have learned. So many things you ran away from. So many things that you regret. Too many things, I can't help you. Go to your place, go home.

Midway- do you see this, or ashes? I can see that your seeds are sown, I will take my microphone. and I'll soar above you. You can't stop this, you can't fight this. This is my heart, fuck this destination. So I'll take back what you took from me, and I'll make you believe that when you look into my eyes, you'll see a lion inside. This won't be the last time that we meet, because if you knew my side, you'd see that lion inside. (Chorus) I wrote this song for you, misjudged youth, there'll be times your going to feel alone, but I will take my microphone (and sing) this song for you (this song) of reason (this song) of mine (this song) I wrote this song for you.

Burnstown Thoreau- If I drown, in the same hole my father did, If I choke, on the same dust my mother did. If I let the tradition condition, I won't drown, no I won't drown. Those of us, who cannot breath, we'll burn it all. Those of us who can still feel, we'll burn it all.
If I realize, that we can break this. Empty veins of tradition blood. If I exhale, condition breath, I won't drown, no I won't drown. (chorus) (Take your) can't crush our bones (last breath) can't break our hearts. All of this, it dies with you. I won't drown.

Midwestern Song- These are the last words I never got to speak to you. I hope these ease some troubles you may have left behind. I'll never forget your midwestern song, midwestern friendship, midwestern home. Greyskies overhead, they echo last words spoken softly. Strong words well recounted about life gone past. You sang a song of contentment. So why do I feel so broken, why do I feel so alone. I like to think you're looking down on me. I like to think you can hear this song. I can still feel you around me, I can still hear your voice, singing that midwestern song.