Trial
Haste
Pursuit In The Face Of Consequence (1999)

eyes strain, my eys, life spent, lost,
you set yourself above, holding all in with fear,
in time youll see what you set above,
on your tower on high, always standing ,
laughing, pointing fingers at me,
i cant feel i cant hold i am not alive im trying,
trying and i see its all the same i look into you,
nothing holds this fear, fear grips tight,
tight in my mind, standards set by those,
i dont know...still respect is due.
i cant live by your selfish set of rules i crawl to reach,
to reach into these words ive said.
these words ive said leaves life so cold,
so incomplete, so void leave life so cold