insincere pathetic look what ive done for you
nauseous but not sick yet
daily waiting for that chrome and plated killer swerved
ornament a funeral
one more blank face too scratch
epitaph someone loved me
and for my crowd action fashion tamed
celebrity casualty

truth designed by my eyes
dear its you who could change this

turn away even closed eyes know your stardom

stop what are you running from?
a father to die for?
yours will be fourteen more than mine
a small loss for the cause
why not
life is good when its given
why you cry silent

cut throat not enough never enough
you come to find legacy