Pure 

Self contained 

I can feel the weight of my body 

As my voice strains 

Densensatized 

from beauty scenes 

the enemy is the fear 

that falls inbetween 

INSOMNIAC 

I sleep awake 

Displaced from my unconsious state 

UNMANAGEABLE 

Refuse to break 

I talk back 

everyone needs a SCAPEGOAT 

Someone to throw the rocks at 



THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 



STAB 

My soul is not for sale 

I have not forgotten my past 

But I will remove the nails 

Force-fed your insecurities 

I have bled with no regrets 

For what I have said...before 

Or for what...I plan to say next! 



THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 



Odor of sanctity 

is not what you smell on me 

Can't make the dirty clean... 

Control the magazine 

Under the influence 

I've learned to live with this... 

So I will be your standard...of comparison 



THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 

THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON 



Your standard...for comparison