One

Did you not see me coming?

We are rock stars

F**k yeah

Sing your song

Breath the air

Stop it!

A pocket of loss

Don't look at the last page

I need to work on things

Come back soon

They keep me off track

So many here

I want control

Drumming the pain away

Running to nowher

Amazing

I never liked cheating

It's a waste

Phone calls I can't hear or feel

Riffs rock the soul

Lost my page again

I will make my entrance

Too f****n' loud

Real is where it's at

In sound, sight, taste, and people

That.