behind my eyelids


as lashes close
i see my woes
spread out like a carpet of bugs
in absence of light
pass visions of night
and shallow graves left halfway dug

behind my eyelids
is a world you cannot see
a place that is just for me
behind my eyelids

you watch a tear
it trickles clear
and glistens on my skin
my liquid pain
oh, world profane
please, baby, let me in.

repeat chorus

icebox woman


you're an angel in black
and you sure have a knack
for putting my heart on the shelf in the back
i'm waitng my turn 
oh when will i learn?
my poor heart you're giving it freezer burn

untitled(preformed, but not released)

i'm glad you enjoy watching my pain burning crop circles on my souls waves of grain we had no love scene but you've cut to the chase you're cuttin' off my nose to spite my face oww... my nose! oww... my face! oww... my nose! oww... my face! owwwwwwww...

there's no place to hide things under the bed and nowhere to hide from what's true down here by the floor my soul calls out "more!" but knows that its cry won't get through from the futon from the futon everything, always so low from the futon from the futon i'm in a limbo - how low can i go? i don't have a headboard or box spring of wire my spirit's hit low altitude the mattress is thin it's itching my skin and that isn't helping my mood from the futon from the futon everything always to low from the futon from the futon i'm in a limbo - how low can i go