I'm Not The Kind Of

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

Fortune Or Fame, You Must Pick One Or The Other, Though Neither Of Them Are To Be What They Claim.

As I Stepped To The Stage To Pick Up My Degree, And The Locusts Sang Off In The Distance.

When You Got Nothin' / You Got Nothin' To Lose.

Everything From Toy Guns That Spark To Flesh-colored Christs That Glow In The Dark It's Easy To See Without Looking Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.