Strange how we fall out of touch with those we used to know so well... Blot me out of the back of your mind Blot me out of the Book of Life Just blot me out As sheltered children, we easily boasted of our small-town religion Held intact because opposition did not exist to surprise us When all we hear and all we see only affirm What we believe and...Learn More

...but it's a troublesome thought trying to Reconcile the differences between my actions and What I claim to believe Between my actions and what I believe I can't seem to escape the fear of never being good enough My vices only weigh me down Like an anchor fixed deep in hell I've traversed the wastelands that judgment brings I was born with blood...Learn More