Artista: Channeling Owen
  Canción: All Of This

I don't mind,
The make-up, that conceals,
Your image, like a dream
Still it comes to me.

'Cause I can see,
Softness flutter in your eye,
I've got the will to try,
And you're knee-deep in me.

CHORUS:
All of this cancer in our lives,
All of this poison in our food.
All of this hatred in our hearts,
I'll clean it all up for you.
All of this mindless, getting by,
All of this, "I'll just go and die."
All of that greenback-crush-machine,
I'll clean it all up for you.

I can feel,
The fracture in your plans,
Pointing inward, at the man,
Mother said I'd be. [I can feel it.]

Still we've known,
The night-black bedroom-glow,
Grow slowly, ever slow…

CHORUS 1 ½ X's