Weapons of Mass DistractionThey hide the truth with half-liesSay words that dance and never deniesThe skillful tongue is a wanted prize.But why do I come to this fiction?By what need do I crave this friction?Every hidden depth a contradiction.They sling stories of deep despairOnce strong friendships left to disrepairThe joke on all but a cynical pair.Use your weapons of mass distractionEvery scratch not nearly a fractionOf your false honor in easy action.Though the questions should have been clearAnd hindsight normally has no peerI now laugh without a trace of fear.
Shady Side of MorningI'm on the shady side of the morningAnd the sky is dark and cryingI just wanted you to know this factIts more than I can bare but I'm trying.Sleep slips away on frustrated wingsAnd the sun doesn't want to get upThe moon is the only trace of lifeI drink in the silence and refill my cup.The bed is warm with the body of oneThe light is on but only glows aloneYou should see the state of the worldIt stares and is down to skin and bone.My lovely, my heart, so cruel you now areWhat's left of your bright, warm smile?Don't mistake my words for concernThat's the old me, and no longer my style.Fact or fiction doesn't seem to come closeTo cold truths drawn to anger grown staleSo come closer to what's left of this foolAnd you'll hear the end to this love lost tale.
Party AnimalI crash on the sofa with a heavy heartIn need of another drink to be drunk.A dirty joke would go well with this fartOr I could punch this guy, he's been a punk.I stumble and weave with so little graceThis crowd doesn't know how to dance at all.I talk to people who can't keep the paceAnd pray for a girl's number I can call.I'm in the house of a guy from my workI can't recall his name, it sounded like mine.I am smooth as hell, not at all a jerkAnd it helps that the whiskey flows like wine.I should get louder, don't want to be missedI guess all the rumors were sad but true.God I'm tired, my stomach is pissedWhat did you say? Sorry, I can't hear you.
By Your ShadeBy your thoughts, and by your shadeI got the blood, and you've got it madeBut how to say this next bit rightI always knew you'd shine bright.Don't be so sure to rush and quit the gameYou'd lose something and never be the sameI hold this truth at hand and firelightYou're sharp as a joke and quite the sight.Yet after every thought, bluff, and asideThere's nowhere to run, and everywhere to hideI wander the land to try and lose my waySo how was a whisper all you had to say?