| A cabin built for families, not for one | |
| These fills are solitary, | |
| Lonely Rivers run | |
| Ocean crash duets with cars in canyon pass | |
| Oh the mountains, | |
| Majestic force humility | |
| This coffin's in my shadow, | |
| Tied to me | |
| There's Questions | |
| I can't follow, | |
| Colors I can't see | |
| Days scream past, | |
| Nights are long in city escape | |
| From sunset to mourning mocks eternity | |
| Falling, Falling | |
| This life is in splinters | |
| And hands over eyes protect innocent blinding | |
| Falling, Falling | |
| Balance is broken, a lifetime of choking | |
| Leaves you blue | |
| This isolation chamber, disguised but true | |
| Enough to kill this stranger, nothing left to do | |
| Freedom's lost its clarity and breathing comes fast | |
| This escape is essential to live another day |