Texty:
Otherwise Some Kind Of Alchemy

~I'm making a masterpiece, I'm gonna write my name in the wet concrete of the walkway on which I tread, on our short march to meet the dead... ~A living

I?m a passenger on a poisoned ride, deadly messenger, highway suicide. In the neon glow I pull the wheel aside, through the back window I watch the

You know there?s bitter sweetness in truths untold, you can?t complete this until your soul?s been sold, A desecration through sands of time, a consecration