I Burn The Way Money Burns.

There Is Rust In My Mouth,the Stain Of An Old Kiss.

I Would Like To Bury All The Hating Eyes Under The Sand Somewhere.

Everyone In Me Is A Bird I Am Beating All My Wings

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

Now I Am Going Back And I Have Ripped My Hand From Your Hand As I Said I Would And I Have Made It This Far.