There is a time for luck and faith. There is a time for greed and wealth.  There is a time for the local economy.  There

Ben Lamb, Ben Lamb, Find your way to cure them.  Abhorrent and rotten, is what’s left of our skin.  From the deepest of oceans.  To

You make me love like stinging green.  Try to hold on to what you need.  I can’t stop or I’ll never know.  I need this

In the garden of Pneuma. Monsters search for, all the weakest,  links in sight. Fire and brimstone, run the halls. Of what the,  people did

War.  War with one. War with everything you compromise. To see through your blue eyes. Time. Time is done. The moment you can’t count time.

I, remember of a time, of when the people, played and danced so gracefully, they forgot the moments, of which they wished they died.  Truth, is

It’s times like these. Quenching a revolution. It sounds like these.  New yet?  I hardly knew you. Time to Jump up into the sea, on

Here without her,  is a man,  without concious.  Counting the days, As the time, passes by.  Waiting for her, Is a man, Without progress.  I

My whole body, Oh so tired.  Oh these feet have traveled so far.  Children get older and disappear,  life has, become everything I fear.  Mouth

I’ve been waiting now, searching for, Something a little more. Finally, you caught up with me, as im sitting in the trees. But wait there

Oh, will you listen? The maker needs Geoden’s whistle.  Oh, they have risen.  There playing on Geoden’s whistle.    There is a thing, make it

People all around me, break the teeth,  hear them shatter.  Hear the sweet sweet feeling, like living in Tahiti.  The good, good blood, it tastes

I hear now that you’re listening. I hear now that you’re missing me.  Somethings not right, when the voices are low.  Somethings not right. The