insincere pathetic look what ive done for you   nauseous but not sick yet   daily waiting for that chrome and plated killer swerved   ornament a funeral    one more blank face too scratch   epitaph someone loved me    and for my crowd action fashion tamed   celebrity casualty      truth designed by my eyes   dear its you who could change this      turn away even closed eyes know your stardom      stop what are you running from?   a father to die for?   yours will be fourteen more than mine   a small loss for the cause   why not   life is good when its given   why you cry silent      cut throat not enough never enough   you come to find legacy