Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Cire, A plastic bag of revelations.
Count my patience in grams.
By Cire, One man, alive.
If I may assert so much, I
By Cire, This choke hold is driving me away from your world.
By Cire, One thing should be coming across as abundantly clear:
there's
By Cire, Marihuana cigarettes are called "Joints".
One that has been partially smoked
By Cire, Just a few facts that I thought you should know...
By Cire, We've opened up the book in your cells to find
By Cire, This is meaningless.
A life into a metaphor seems pressed
By Cire, A moment to pause and rest my oversized,
overprized head.
By Cire, The frail threads of perception connect to no certainty.
There's
