| My motivations unresolved | |
| Things are just never what they seem | |
| Apathy's currencies deceit | |
| Pitch bending radiated dreams | |
| The jackal's wishing well forgotten | |
| Dark cloud sunrise | |
| The view of someone somewhere else is | |
| Burnt in my eyes | |
| How long - dug up remains | |
| How low - the rotting fame | |
| How low - to see right through | |
| How long - the hole I knew | |
| How low - the clear eyed stain | |
| How long - to set aflame | |
| How low - to be set up | |
| How long - and taken out | |
| The anti-like karma from the crack in a hand | |
| Full painting on a mural in a foreign landfill | |
| Mind controlled by the pulley of the strings | |
| So remote the view from the puppetry swingset | |
| My reservations have evolved | |
| Scenes once negated ushered in | |
| Mercy killings one to one defend | |
| Visionary criminals descend | |
| On knees all burning | |
| A term of useless lifeless thought | |
| What a paid ride | |
| Alchemic jail-cell vivisection | |
| Test-subject day job | |
| How long - to pacify | |
| How low - you still deny | |
| How low - from up above | |
| How long - the creeping crown | |
| How low - the tripping sound | |
| How long - to kick back down | |
| How low - the holy cheat | |
| How long - the leap of faith | |
| These revelations undermined | |
| Controlled belief in leads mankind | |
| Each penny sold and mesmerized | |
| We're stoned | |
| Two-fold reversal beckoning | |
| The binding crayon words inverted | |
| Justice in travestia | |
| We worship acid moans and curbside-holidays | |
| Recycle shit we throw away in glossy packaged craze | |
| Maybe in a day or so I'll stumble on that grassy knoll | |
| To set the record straight | |
| Announcing to myself : wake-up | |
| We kill everything that's not tied down | |
| We euthanize but keep alive the lowest form of prison life | |
| So useful and experimental | |
| Treatment of the sick and dying | |
| What about the torture? |