it's a sad sad sad dayin a sad sad sad world no longer are we children no longer in the sand we play the sounds of laughter echo in the halls no longer all grown upwe can't be as...

Robber-barons are pick pockets in disguise Gutting social programs that help those in need Just to finance this fascist excuse for leadership Disappearing those folks they labeled scapegoat People can’t you see we’re the fucking hired help Being told...

Dancing On The Fallen Petals Of Spring Blossoms     William lies in his dorm room spindling fantasies of the apple of his eye. He imagines the sparkle of love in her whiskey eyes. Images of her flash like sun spots...