Warm fire   Hides liar      Colors bright   Chase fright      Good books   Sharp rooks      Quick tongue   Sucker stung      All told, it's just a foothold   Truth's cold, maybe so      Small man   Needs sham      Absolved   Nothing solved      Weak will   Shakes still      Nights, days   Same ways      I'll fight   To turn on the big light   It's me who's going to see the switch is thrown      You too   No clue      Good voice   Green voice      On edge   Echo dregs      Good news   Mammon fused