With Jesus Christ. You will get right up, from that chalk outline.
And you'll get dolled up, and you'll dress in white.
All to take your place, in his chorus line.
From the deepest part, of the human heart.
The fear of death expands.
Until we crack the code, we have always known, but could never understand.
On a circuit board, we will soon be born, again,
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
And then night rolls around and it all starts making sense.
There is no right way or wrong, when you just have to live.
And so I do what I do. And at least I exist.
What could mean more than this?
And so I do what I do. And at least I exist.
What could mean more than this?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
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