Bullhorn Theory From the album "Deconstruction" to be released March 2008 I know it seems that they're so many I know it seems that we're so few That's all just part of the illusion Oh, that's how they get to you Fear is all they know Stand up, my love, find your strength You're so much stronger than you know Be brave, my love. You carry with you More than just your own hopes I know it seems they're so much stronger I know it seems that we're so weak That's just until the fighting starts, dear Oh, then we're going to see Just how strong they are When you stand with the truth, Then you argue the truth When you don't have the truth Then you shout like a fool and that's all that they do

Driving By the Accident From the album "Deconstruction" to be released March 2008 Just what is it in a man That can't drive by the accident? He cranes his neck to turn his head and slows down. Does he feel the need to see That blood's as red as on TV and just as thick? Or is there something in our hearts Something more than curious Calling us to play our parts as healers? Is there something dead inside That only pain can make alive? Is he simply tired of feeling nothing? Or is he somehow more alive When he's caught up in the flashing lights That stir the still and silent night to madness? Is this what makes us human? Is this what makes us whole? Is this what makes us so much more than More than simply animals? Or is there something in our hearts Something more than curious Calling us to play our parts... Is there something beautiful In the way we can't let go? Something almost magical Something greater Something almost sacred Maybe something good?

America and the Soul From the album "Deconstruction" to be released March 2008 I can barely breathe beneath the weight of these These things that I have purchased with my soul And yet i still believe these things can make me free From all that weighs the poor man's spirit down You'd rather play a game That costs your very life to simply play You'd rather sell your soul to America Than to take a chance on me I do not have a soul trapped somewhere in my body I am a soul, I'm carrying my skin And I will not mastered by The want for more of all that I Have yet to make or steal or buy my darling Some dreams are far to small to hold the soul Like "My life, my land, my money, My family, my country."

This is the choir featured on Amazing Grace practicing their part.