Two Final Words
Haste
Pursuit In The Face Of Consequence (1999)

paint this picture, color it with casualties of hope and sorrow, frame it with apathy,
i find it hanging on a wall that you disguise as faith and trusting,
intent is realized morning moves my head,
my hands reach to feel your face,
my hands fall empty, these memories cant fill their grasps.
i begin to focus on what i always thought i knew,
vomit my feelings and spit them back at you,
indifference fails me from the smile behind your eyes,
in effect a failure, it seems just my size.
fill me inside, how i need this, feel the inside,
i cant take this i open my arms just to miss you,
only you can fill this hole.
so full...sick of life, i feel so old i cant change this now,
please show me how.