From A Hideous Triumph
of Form and Function
©2011 Available at

a lie, by definition

We put locks on all the doors
we let our fear reign as lord god
we got to pray to keep us safe
just give em' hell, give us faith
because we hold fear,
we hold truth

steady now, don't make a move...
steady now...

All else fall down- to hell, hell

He's got something, she's got something, you've got something up your sleeve, and....

I hold myself, I lie in wait
I hold my tongue, I hesitate
What is casting these shadows?
All else fall down.


Fear is why I follow.