Lepers have nothing on me.
I fall to pieces, I fall down on my knees.
I begged the sky to wash these tears away.
But I found long ago that my prayers were useless,
so I begged the sky to wash these tears away.
I fall to pieces,
I fall down on my knees.
The future is spoiled and my lot is spent.
2003 • Fables and Fictions of the Human Condition
1999 • The Deconstruction
1999 • The Deconstruction
1999 • The Deconstruction
1999 • The Deconstruction
1999 • The Deconstruction
2003 • Fables and Fictions of the Human Condition
2003 • Fables and Fictions of the Human Condition
1999 • The Deconstruction
1999 • The Deconstruction
1999 • The Deconstruction
1999 • The Deconstruction