Mr. Preacher Man
words and music by Scott Wilson

Come on Mr. Preacher Man
Won't you come down off your cloud
And swim here with the rest of us
Strewn among the puddles on the ground

Come on all of you sinners
Who do you think made you saints
It takes more than a pedestal
And more than a bucket of paint

Cause what's really out there
No one can say
And we're each of us together
Just drowning in gray

Most of us aren't Mother Theresa
Or rich enough to be Princess Di
Cause half of us are on antidepressants
And the rest of us are just getting high
(Call it what it is)

Some of us are reaching for each other
Some of us are reaching within
Some of us are reaching for a weapon
Some of us don't know where to begin

What's really out there
No one can say
Cause we're each of us together
Just drowning in gray

Get ahold of your neighbor
You gotta let it flow
When you're drowning in gray

To get control of your anger
You gotta let it go
When you're drowning in gray

(Solo)

What's really out there
Not one of us can say
Cause we're each of us together
Just drowning in gray

You lost touch with your feelings
You gotta let 'em show
When you're drowning in gray

You got ahold of an anchor
You gotta let it go
When you're drowning in gray

Hold on
Hold on
When you're drowning in gray
Hold on

All I Ever Wanted
words by Scott Wilson
music by David Katsaros

It doesn't matter
What road you're on
It really doesn't matter
If your money's all gone

If you truly comprehended
What I'm trying to say
You'd be the loneliest man
In the world

Cause all I ever wanted 
Was to look in your eyes
So much more than I bargained for
All I ever really wanted was
To ask you why

So try and find your answers 
In the world today
It doesn't make a difference
Cause it's going away

If you truly felt the meaning
In the words that you pray
You'd be the lowliest man
In the world

Cause all I ever wanted 
Was to look through your eyes
So much more than I bargained for
All I ever really wanted was
To ask you why
Knowing what the answer was

(Solo)

All I ever wanted 
Was to look in your eyes
So much more than I bargained for
All I ever really wanted was
To ask you why
Knowing what the answer was

Why?
Why not?

Seven Years
words and music by Scott Wilson
Original Concept by Jason Frank

It’s been seven years
Since the mirror cracked
One step forward
Two steps back
Seven years of pouring rain
Seven years of blinding pain

I don’t know if it’s even true
All the things that can happen to you
Seven years of crummy luck 
Seven years of being stuck

One step closer to a bad dream
One step short of a guillotine
Bring it all back to you

I must have been born from a bad seed
It’s a little too late for a limousine
To bring it all back to you

Walking down the street one day
Stupid cracks get in the way
Of all the spots I’m going to
This probably makes no sense to you

Superstition clouds my path
It makes no sense just do the math
Seven years is not enough
To pay me back for the other stuff

One step closer to a bad dream
One step short of a guillotine
Bring it all back to you

I must have been born from a bad seed
It’s a little too late for a limousine
To bring it all back to you

One good turn deserves another
Isn’t that what they say
Who would think
You could turn on your brother
Think that you know the way
It’s not your day

(Solo)

One step closer to a bad dream
One step short of a guillotine
Bring it all back to you

I must have been born from a bad seed
It’s a little too late for a limousine
To bring it all back to you


It’s been seven years
Since the mirror cracked
One step forward
Two steps back
Seven years of pouring rain
Seven years of blinding pain

I don’t know if it’s even true
All the things that can happen to you
Seven years is not enough
To pay me back for the other stuff

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