Planet

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart,
I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.

babypot head is dead. the azn is back.

Heat

Another day, another night, another year
Another smile, another lie, another tear
This better not be all I got
I never thought I'd end up here

Friday night I'll raise my glass and say
"Tomorrow things will change! I can't afford to wait."
But by Monday morning my alarm clock knows
How this story goes and the ending's the same as the start

Arctic

You probably couldn't see for the lights but you were looking straight at me.