Hey John, What's Your Name Again?

The concept of fashion is the one to blame

Painting the portrait of
Conviction-less existence
Well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous

Well, it must be difficult
Claiming to be
The kings and queens
But it's all, but it's all of nothing

This shall pass
Megalomania
This shall pass
Megalomania

Congratulations on mutilation
For a life, for a life
Life, life, life
Life, life, life

I'm going to hope for you
I'm going to pray for you
Amongst the wreckless and the black
Salvation lies within

I'm going to hope for you
I'm going to pray for you
Amongst the wreckless and the black
My time is your's, my friend

We all find ourselves so horribly weak
Here's an offering
Here's an offering
Offering, offering







Masses of a Dying Breed

Somethings haven taken over who I am
I went cold finding my way back
Places only seen by ones will want to be
Lost consumes masses of a dying breed
Hammered through life a nail to seal this demise
This light will show forever and a day

This is where I want to be
Where there's comfort in everything
This is where I want to be
I have made it here from nothing

No recognition of who you are
Don't you see this is where I want to be
Your only making excuses to hide what the truth is
Your only making a fool of yourself
Unthought out excuses

This is where I want to be
Where there's comfort in everything
This is where I want to be
I have made it here from nothing
Your only making excuses to hide what the truth is
I have made it her

This is where I want to be
But this is only half way there
Somethings have taken over who I am
Take it all back from where you came.








Assistant To The Regional Manager
This light is one to hold your own weight.
This light is unto those who haven't looked.
Tied by the ghost into the current resolution.

Well, it can't much longer now.
We can face this.
Fight life with life.

All glory to the one in existence.
Bring upon your name, your grace, your every thing.

Hold hands and stare into the circle.
What are we looking at?

Rumors and rumors and rumors.
Rumors and rumors and rumors.
Wash out the lie to save depression.
Rumors and rumors and rumors.

Perished.

Guilts inside me spit on the graves were infinite.
Take a look through the lens at the lies.
At the partitioning.

Well, it can't much longer now.
We can face this.
Fight life with life.

Enemies will come for your throat