i'm feelin' like an oxymoron i cannot put my words to page a nudist with all of his clothes on a mental studder on display how come i can't get it out? the words that i want you to know what am i tryin' to say? can't find the arrows for my bow you've been invited inside of my head i'm feelin' like an oxymoron a prison missing all its gates a clueless gumshoe for an ex con a deaf, mute singer on a stage what will i say to them now? can we not talk about the show? would they see me again if i walked out and headed home? i'd really like to stay if i could tell my brain that everything's ok here understand, most days i can cope but right now? i just gotta go... i hope you liked it inside of my headmore

Mother's song was written after many deployments and many hours of missing home over my 23 years in the Army. It's not just soldiers who find life takes them away from loved ones for months and sometimes years.No matter how far you roam, home is always only a Dream away. This Song is dedicated to my Mom who always supported my dreams. more

well, i guess it's no surprise every word is touched with lies should've gauged your charming smile as cunning, cold, and vile you offer protection from their point of view but what's really needed is protection from you political gangster fed with the rich till your pockets got fat political gangster promising this delivering thatmore