Early versions of old songs, from theJournal.

early versions of old songs

Stillwell-*november '04

I've seen the machine-
how it mames everything...
twists everyone,
and you have said...
nearly everything
to lead me into you
and out of my skin

Virgil*((sometime in November, 2004))

For all we know,
they may see
through this dream
how we break-
then mend
the seam

Why won't you save me?
The time has come.
Unwashed, naked...
heading home.

I just can't handle
all the pain
I saw along the way.

No ones eyes met,
they all felt so...

Chorus:
We must climb further
through this dream
into our lies
and self conceit

At the moment,
vision clear-
cold-
content
but no one near-
to blur the lines-
spawn or question
this reflection.