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released April 9, 2010

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Track Name: A Place the Same
The past I see
A place the same
From which I flee
From which I came

How long to find
Some place to hide
Will I just drive
This road, my guide

I'm falling
I'm praying for a head-on collision
So I won't have to fight anymore

This a song
The words I can't remember
Humming a song
The tune I've forgotten

Still I play it
In my mind
Because
It feels the same

So I sit and sing the song I can't remember
Because I know it's perfect
For today

I'm falling
I'm praying for a head-on collision
So I won't have to fight anymore

This a song
The words I can't remember
Humming a song
The tune I've forgotten

Still I play it
In my mind
Because

I'm falling
I'm praying for a head-on collision
I don't want to try
Track Name: Wicked Scene
Bitter whisper
Here's your silver
Face a silent scream

Accusation
An indication
Of a wicked scene

I thought that you had faith
A faith with no restraint
I thought you thought the best of me
Best of me, you fool

Is it green that stalks you
Wakes you, takes you down
A grudge to sink you till you drown
And make me justify
In a lullaby

You called me a liar
You called me a cheat
But I don't know why you ever
Would've called me a thief

I never stole your heart
Never took away your sins
Never made you lead a life
You thought you hated then

Did you think you'll break me
Shake me, take me down
Disappear without a sound
No, I'll justify
With my alibi
Track Name: Circle Line
He can't hit or split the mold he's made
His working life, strife, his paperweight of hate
And clocking in again is his only sin

Girl not so tall, her menthols, knitted shawl
Burning candle both ends and running into walls
Late to tipping tables and making ends make sense

I'm always coming back to the same spots, same stops
Same pots and pans and plans i had before
With no destination

Old face with many years
Dissappeared in a generation
Of remembering too late instigation
Dies alone with none to shed a tear

I'm always coming back to the same place, same space
Same day to day and way I've lived before
Still no destination

Come clean and see
Restore what I chose to ignore

So slow to realise
These steps ahead
Are my ambition

It's a shifting sand
Not some place to stand
A journey of the end
Track Name: Blood on the Walls
Hear something stumbling
On checkered tile
I've been fighting
For the final mile

First there were four
Now there's just three
I didn't like the way she was looking at me

From sterile grace
And clockwork run
To blood on the walls
And chaos begun

Shift, there's no hiding
Not far to go
Why won't you leave me alone

There's no longer three
Now it's just me
You've got the rage

If I gave you a piece of my mind
I fear you'd take too much

There's no hiding
There's no hiding

You. You can't have me
Too far to go
Open or closed?
They'll never leave me alone