"I come home from a long day at work,
Glanced at the fridge with a quick smirk,
I throw down my bags and my clothes,
Rip open that fridge door and froze,
Whew, one bottle left,
tomorrow I might have to turn to theft,
I pour that golden liquid into a glass,
Too bad I couldn't share it with a lass,
But I was just drinking away my sorrows,
Getting that fix until tomorrow,
I take a long sip,
Enough to make my heart skip,
I feel a nice buzz in my belly,
Enough to turn my knees to jelly,
So I collapsed on the couch and turned off the light,
Where I often spent my nights,
Soon morning came,
And I had to go to work again,
But this isn't an alcohol tale,
It's my addiction to ginger ale."

“You know what’s wrong with this world?
We sell away our innocent girls,
We fight and bicker,
Ignoring the lonely man reaching for another bottle of liquor,
We tell our kids not to smoke,
As we reach for another to laugh and joke,
We point to our happiest guy on file,
Not seeing that he’s hiding behind a crooked smile,
We go to parties and raves,
Forgetting about our veterans who are slipping into the grave,
We argue that the rich man should pay,
While we kick our beggars out of the way,
We believe that race
Has an incriminating face,
Not realizing that under our skin,
We are all kin,
We ignore our newborns grin,
While we go out and sin,
We trample on the desperate,
While we fight over who’s going to be the head of the cesspit,
We say “only a few dollars more”,
Thinking about a raise instead of the poor,
We say “there’s no I in Team”
While our eyes gleam,
Blinded by our greedy dreams,
And we bully those who stick out,
As if they didn’t already have doubts,
Instead of caring about others,
We only look out for our brothers,
But what’s saddest of all,
Is that in the end, everyone will fall,
Regardless of wealth, power, age, or race,
We are all going to be gone without a trace,
Except for a few daisies marking our grave."

“Though I stand on the towering cliffs of choice,
With black clouds above and shrieking wind below,
Your Sprit was with me;
Though I was sinking in the quicksand of shame,
With guilt pointing, and death cackling
Your Servants saved me;
Though I was trapped in the battlefield of my thoughts,
with bullets whizzing and men shouting,
You whispered my name;
Though I was drowning in despair,
And didn't want to come up for air,
You breathed life into me;
Though I was running to my grave,
With demons lighting the way,
You tripped me and helped me turn around;
Though I cursed your name and put You to blame,
You sent your Son to save me;
Though I blasphemed your laws and degraded my humanity,
You still looked down at me with pity and forgave me;
You still cried with anguish over me every night, knowing the next day I'd stab you in the gut, and nail you to the tree,
For my sin was the rusty nails and the thorny crown, but before You died, your eyes still found me and smiled,
With cracked lips and a bloodied face, you saved the human race;
With a puzzled look I went on home, but when I went to bed, I found that I couldn't lie down my head; that memory was emblazoned in my mind, and I didn't know why, after all, I was just a guy named Saul, but somehow, I felt like I had seen the light..”

"Me and my twisted mind,
Can't help but compare what left me behind,
I get dragged to the past,
Knowing that it didn't last,
My eyes linger
On your fading fingers,
My heart is on auto,
And I might not shift it back to manual.."

"Pitter-patter the rain came down,
Falling over the landscape with hardly a sound,
the waterfowl came out to play,
to them, it was their hay day,
Among the wildlife here,
Strange of all was the young man sitting near,
staring out the window looking for relief,
He was comforted by the wind and the leaf,
Blowing around in an endless maze,
He thought that life was just a game,
Until the unthinkable happened,
And he saw his soul escape,
It fluttered into the wind and the rain,
Not even his hopes and dreams remained,
He was an empty shell, a hollow log,
Of a man that knew no smog,
He was trapped in the dark cave of his mind,
He saw no stars, for he was blind.."

"Her eyes shone like obsidian,
skin as pale as the moon,
Her lips were black as charcoal,
teeth flashed like ivory keys,
Her hair was the color of ashes,
Blowing like a willow tree
Her whisper, like the whimsical wind,
Beckoning me farther in,
I was dancing with death,
I couldn't help but hold my breath,
For I was toeing the line,
And yet I felt so alive."

"Let me tell you about Johnny White,
He preached the light,
But sinned at night,
So much so that he lost his sight,
He said I'll pray for you,
Don't act all blue,
Trust in the Lord
And He will be with you,
But he spat in the face of the King,
And said I don't need your crown or your ring,
I'd rather chase my desires,
And play with briars,
Spill some blood,
And roll around in mud
But when the sunshine comes,
He'd go back to preaching love,
He put on a mask,
and hid his flask
Of sin, regret, and all of his temptations,
When no one was looking he'd take a sip for some good vibrations,
For he was empty inside,
An empty husk that couldn't even cry,
He filled his hole with a temporary fix,
Knowing that it wouldn't do the trick,
He tried to run from the One who could solve him,
the only One trying to absolve him,
Who could take him in,
Patch him up from limb to limb,
Give him a new heart and say your in,
No, he kept running,
Listening to the one who was cunning,
believed in his lies,
And thought he could never die,
Everything was just fine,
He told people he was good,
But he was hiding behind his hood,
Until it was ripped off,
he found himself in a standoff,
It was either fall completely to your desires,
Or give up to the One who is higher,
Tears came to his blood shot eyes,
He fell to his muddy knees and looked to the sky,
But saw nothing but a starry night.
A hand reached out and gave him a fright,
He whirled around and saw the King,
the one who offered him the crown and the ring,
He was panting, and ******,
And his fine robes were all muddy,
He stretched out his hand and told him to stand,
whispering, won't you come with me to sing again?"