Here It Is
Here It Comes
A Portrait
A Statement
A Trophy
To A Life
Spent Better In A Bag
A Portrait
A Statement
A Trophy
Spill It All Out
From A Running Mouth
A Portrait
A Statement
A Trophy
Argue Onto Nothing
Weak Speak Through Holes
A Strortait
A Tratement
A Pophy
Ground Out At First
‘Fore You Even Stood
What Is Used For Food
Built From My Contempt
Used To Be Your Fun
Til It Blew (up)
Don’t Even Look At Me With That Tone
Straighten Your Walk
And I’ll Roll your Carpet Out
But Don’t Even Look At Me With That Tone
Confidence Got Blown
Never Stopped You Before
Don’t Even Look At Me With That Tone
Biggest Pity Party
For They With The Most Privilege
Don’t Even Look At Me With That Tone
Your Biggest Triumph
Came At Your Friends Expense
Loudest Voice In The Room
Don’t Know Shit From Fat Meat
It’s All For Naught
When I Cross The Street
When I Hide Behind
What The Paper Prints
When I Pull Up My Hood
And I Creep A Corner
Jump Over A Post
Anything It Takes
Bury My Head In
Ten Feet Of Sand
Risk a Dive To A Door
Never Turn Back Around
Blur Off The Edges
Shred Every Fact
Slip Out Of Your Body
So They Don’t Get A Second To Speak.
You Could’ve Died At Eighteen
(The Bloom Is Off The Rose)
Checked Right Out & Leave Us With A Buncha Laughs
You Could’ve Died At Eighteen
(The Bloom Is Off The Rose)
And Not This Sad Beat
Played To Make Us Suffer
Your Own Built Legend
Cobbled From Deceit
Your Own Built Legend
Porcine Behavior
Your Own Built Legend
Poisoned By Your Words
Your Own Built Legend
Better Left On The Bow
Your Own Built Legend
To Stand Quiet and Erode

Storied
Failure
Cased
In Brine
Numbed
The Gums
To Flap
Your Jaw
How Do You Move Your Heart
How Do You Look At The Sky
Climbed Out Of Your Well
Stepped Out Of Your Light
Throw Your Ass Out The Manger
Never Haunt My World Again
Does It Even Register
With Your One Man Show