Aron

after the dawn
there is some sun on your shoulder
it shines down

and shadows they float
passed the curves of our bodies
float down

and when i watched the sun set the sun said
"I’ll never come back"

and dozens of fears
take my eyes
take the colors
away

and there is a part
of my soul that has sunken
so far

and its the break
that has taken my heart away

When I saw the Creature Steve running at me i removed a small container from my quiver.  I opened the top and pulled out one tiny viper.  I looked it in its tiny eyes.  I had raised this one from infancy.  "Just like we practiced i wispered into its fragile ear."  It looked up at the attacking giant and then back at me with a look of both fear and determination as it straightened its body and beared its tiny but deadly teeth.  I raised it to my bow.  "goodbye dear friend" i wispered as i fired the faithful serpant at the Giant. 

i will eventually post all the lyrics.

i didnt put them in the record case because i didnt want to block david belisle's beautiful pictures

swastika

if i would let you into my heart
would you thank the lord would you tear it apart
and if words could talk the monster down
would you leave it alive or go in for the strike
and if dark were over thrown by the light
would the night turn to day
would it all turn to gray
and if time could tell you whose in charge
would you follow their lead?
would you plot their defeat..

gains befor sorrow came

gains far less
evil brought stronger eyes
stronger eyes
my sight is terrible son
terrible son
but i could hear you from
miles away

if violence was all that you knew
would you seek the whole truth
or stand next to the troops
and if fever were to swell the whole land
would you paint yourself red
or put ice to it's head
and if jesus were to rise and to slay
would you tell him to go?
would you ask him to stay?
and if you would let me into your heart
would i thank the lord
would i tear it apart.

if flesh could crawl back to the bone
from terrors
build tiny sacred biolimbs from the marrow
(then) the pilot may stand or talk
like a fellow
but he's nothing more then peices
over a hollow

it is the same exact team
it is a walking pathway
and once your headed down it
there aint no turning back

our words are cautionary
because words are fun to say
you've got alot to carry
but once your there you stay there

they arived at my bed
holding things they'de like to show
after all

they still cling
to my eyes

and the words that they said
that still echo through my mind..
hell, they're the words i couldnt find
on my own