Clutching for my reason –to burn on through the sense of purpose that comes and goes with the season.
Frame me with treason, for when it comes to being modern man, I’d rather be a heathen.
And I believe in peace. Live, and let’s leave them to their own defeat –their own disease.

Rushing for a cause –something to take our minds off of the pain of being broken by the law.
Still cant believe what I saw: Terrible tokens of men, lost and hopeless.
Focused on all the wrong things. These neon-lit streets are where the ghosts live.