Stamp Of Approval
Don't let the truth misguide you. You'll never know her true intentions and all the fear that hides inside you. Thrown headfirst into submission, pray for the day that you can save your place in line. Trade in your faith, your beliefs. Trade everything to see your name in lights. She sold her soul to the State of California. It's no surprise she thinks she's calling the shots. She sold her sold to the State of California. They'll take you and make you into everything you said you're not. You got to stand up for yourself, fight for what you believe. They'll leave you bloodied, bruised and broken before you even know they're through. They feed you lines like, "Girl you are one of a kind. One day the seas will part for you." But I've seen so many other girls who all dress and drink and screw the way you do. Check the headlines everyday. Will your name be proudly on display? They make, they break people like us. Another soul lost in the haze. Another story for the back page. They make, they break people like us. I'm just a casualty of fair play. Will the west coast be enough? Will it ever be enough?

40 Thieves
Do you ever feel yourself blinded by the neon lights, hanging on only to hang on? You shuffle day to day to be lost up in the fray, and your only saving grace is barely saving face. Time goes on and I wonder will we make a stand. All we want is to make it out alive, keep our feet in marching time. This is all that we know. All you want is to meet life's expectations. Its all you want and its all you'll ever know. Don't fall asleep to that lullaby they sing. You hum along intently. This used to be ours and it can be that great again. We're just mannequins and models for the next big thing that they will push on you. Will we make it through this life unscarred? Do we even want to? Do we even have a choice? Did you get what I meant when I said, "We are the Living Dead?" Maybe the ego is all mine. I pray it's not all the time. All we want is to make it out alive.

Where I'm From, You Die With Your Secrets
Close down the blinds and shut off the quiet world on the outside. Plaster on a fake smile, so they won’t see the bruises you hide. She’s the only one with a say. Her face is blank like a chalkboard, and we’ll erase it like everyday, a parachute with no ripcord. Falling down, falling down into a world that we both don't know. Don't open the blinds. That tired old vaudeville act keeps going on outside. We won't see the signs. Life would be better if you would just die. It only hurts for the first time, and then you’re numb to the pain. Indecision is just too close when your reflection just isn't the same. Can you still be strong and will you sacrifice? Now there's no ground to stand on and there's no room to breathe.

Hold Your Breath
Can you glance at me one more second before you walk out that door? When miles are standing in my way, feeling like a zombie everyday, those tired eyes will always get me home. She said, "Let's drive like we are the only ones on the road tonight." You don't have to look and hold your breath. Return and you will find me. If somehow I should forget, I'll have this song to remind me. With one hand pinned to your chest and the other grasping mine, do you swear a solemn oath? Never forget these moments, never comfort them with lies. Always keep them locked at home. Don't believe a word they say to you when you're feeling less than whole.

Mount St. Joseph
How can you sit there in your room like a caged up refugee? Barely alive and all worn out with the fake plastic trees. Is it the only thing that makes you feel like life has meaning? The scars are tattooed down your arms. All we wait for is everything that used to matter. Now all that's left is our hope and battle scars. All we wait for is everything that used to matter. It's too damn hard to watch you fall apart. What are you trying to find driving late with no headlights? When you go down that road you can never go home again. Can't lie around all day, blood and bone and tooth decay. Down here, you know, no one ever survives. I remember the day the scent crept out under your door. They found you three days later. You were buried under your sheets. It was too damn hard to watch as heaven and hell held you down like anchors, and your demons finally lulled you back to sleep. Joey, you let them get to you. How could you be so careless? Can you hear us from where you are?