| Seaweed | |
| Miscellaneous | |
| The Way It Ends | |
| Never meant to start a fight | |
| But that's the way it ends | |
| Jagged words step forward | |
| And we bash forgotten friends | |
| Years befere we met | |
| With points as clear as charcoal | |
| More discussion would be lame | |
| I cut myself into a trap-I designed | |
| And if a fault is found-assured it's mine | |
| Even thought the past at hand-rips my waste | |
| Babe I hoped you feel as trapped as I do | |
| I should learn some common sense | |
| And stop my thoughts at throat | |
| But memory's accounted | |
| And then every fear explodes | |
| Years before we met | |
| Hold my breath and count to ten | |
| But prudence won't tame | |
| Do what I'm Argus eyed-heartburning genocide-do you feel as trapped as | |
| I do | |
| The suspicion's more of me-and not of what i see-push the poisons right | |
| on through | |
| Heartburning genocide-attentive doubts will fly-hear the sting, ask | |
| what I do | |
| I was the one to prey-put the gun on me-until I break I'm trapped as you | |
| If you have a hole to sleep in | |
| Take me there to nap | |
| Dare I bring my apprehension | |
| Lay it on your lap | |
| Years before we met | |
| Honesty has several shades | |
| Let's keep our down to nine |