She's a painting outta focus with no good sense of intention she's authentic
She's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution
She's so innocent, but guilty's her plea
Everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves

She's got the grave of a tourist, with the charm of demolition
She's a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design
Of a flower like a rose no one really knows
She's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation time will tell us
If she's a lifer or a decomposuer she's the rose no one really knows

• 13 Stitches
• American Errorist
• Anarchy Camp
• Decom-poseur
• Franco Un-american
• Idiots Are Taking Over
• Mattersville
• Medio-core
• Re-gaining Unconsciousness
• She's Nubs
• The Irrationality of Rationality
• The Separation of Church & Skate
• We Got Two Jealous Agains
• Whoops, I Od'd