Going through a world of sad debris,
Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership:
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision.
But I want something more.
Racing through a life of tragic wastage,
I experience the loss of trust and innocence.
The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision.
But I want something...
More.

• Anxiety
• Automatic Man
• Big Bang
• Billy
• Change of Ideas
• Henchman
• I Want Something More
• I Want to Conquer The World
• It Must Look Pretty Appealing
• No Control
• Progress
• Sanity
• Sometimes I Feel Like
• The World Won't Stop
• The World Won't Stop Without You
• You