I dragged this lake, looking for corpses, dusting for prints, pried out the floorboards.

Pieces of plane, and blackbox recorders don't lie.

Ive been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses that sense DNA, on barbwire fences.

Maybe someday, Ill find me a suspect that has no alibi...


But at the right place, at the right time, Ill be dead wrong and you'll be just fine.

You won't have to quit doing fucked up shit for anyone but me.


And at the right place, at the right time, it would be worthed it, to stay in line.

You won't have to stop, saying "I love cops" for anyone but me your,


Private Eye..........






Blink 182 for life, Norma Jean till death.....Alkaline Trio forever.....<3<3<3