A Suite for the Everyman (28:13)
11. Only Twelve (1:17)
12. A Cautious Repose (4:55)
13. Bearing Down (3:49)
14. Cash Flow Shuffle (0:39)
15. Mr. Oxy Moron (3:23)
16. Twelve's Enough (2:21)
17. I Am the Tide (1:15)
18. Cannoning in B Major (1:19)
19. Picture Perfect (0:55)
20. Those That Want to Buy (6:45)
21. Suffocating the Bloom (4:03)
"A Cautious Repose"

Lyrics by Brett Kull and Ray Weston

Sleep is often the answer
When you're burdened by the pieces
That never seem to fit
Just a little break for dreaming
A few hours to help you forget

Sleep comes harder on occasion
You can't seem to find a good way to unwind
That's when you need some lovin'
A few hours to help you forget

Standing between what's real and what's me
Finding inspiration in a false remedy

Sleep has always been the reason
For swallowing up and regretting
The loss of the moments we've spent
Basking in the sheen of our dreams
The lines we've crossed to mend our past
Are severed once again
"Bearing Down"

Lyrics by Brett Kull and Ray Weston

There's a screw that I'm tied to
And it's starting to tighten within
And the beat that I breathe to
Is getting louder, it's getting louder again

I stand on my perception
My credo is only my own
So don't fucking sell me your direction
I'll travel my own

My conscience, my integrity, compelling my morality
To stand on my own definition
Is that asking too much?

Self-determination is my only obligation
With my own hand and my own brain
I've gotten this far

Listen to me
But it's only my opinion
You've baked this cake for far too long

Put your head in the oven
And check out what you're cooking
Is your conscience going to bend
When it comes time to eat?

We are steeping together
It's hard to keep your own identity
I've listened too long
It's branded me a stoic, that's not what I am

I could rise to your words
And believe in all their wisdom
I could stand on what you've built
And rely on it's foundation
You are the remedy
You say you're the cure and the world's panacea
"Mr. Oxy Moron"

Lyrics by Brett Kull

I'd be truthfully lying to be happily crying
Because I'm positively unsure
About the rights of limited freedom
I've seen so much passive resistance to a constant change
It's called mutual individualism
Mutual individualism


The sincere hypocrite gave me a sad smile
His cologne was so damn sinfully sweet
I'd say it was almost bitter
He was honestly deceptive
When he finally broke the silence that was ringing my ears
"What you have here is awfully nice,
Just give me a call in a few short years."

There's too many morons of the oxy persuasion
With their speeches cooked to perfection
On a platter of verbal eloquence
They've burnt the meat, and they've spilled the batter
They keep skipping a beat and the heart of the matter
You know who you are and you're offended
You know what you are 'cause you're offended

I'll sell you a future
It's so damn sure I can taste it
Just sign the line at the bottom, it's marked "forever"
There's a lot of people talking
But no one's really speaking up
There's too many star-trekkers
That are boldly going to the same old stars...
"I Am The Tide"

Lyrics by Brett Kull

I am the tide
I move to the rise and fall
My waves caress your harbor to a tidal ecstasy
With currents like sensual fingers
I rhythmically reach to the pull of the moon
I push to your shoreline
To kiss the curves
Of your longing beaches of insanity
"Those Who Want To Buy"

Lyrics by Brett Kull and Ray Weston

The picture was posed ready to push that black and white charm
Highlighted in gloss and calligraphy for that rock and roll impact
You've got to wear your pout and your million dollar smile
Or look like the blues and you have been hanging out for a while

I cried inside when I saw it all done for the cause of art
And I've got to laugh when I see your sincerity

The simple things that seemed so good just don't taste the same
The projection's in need of a focus, it's all out of frame

It's not that the price has been set too high
It's never too high
It's just that I'm not sure I want...
To sell to those that want to buy
Go through hell for those that want to buy
Please don't take me the wrong way
If I don't excel for those that want to buy

Who's to say our voice should not be heard
Contrary to your opinion we will not go away
If something like this meant so much to you
Would you walk away and leave it
Or die with the taste still in your mouth?

Mine is might I am that's right, a bastard with a point
So you think your artistic insecurity can be shielded?
Cellophane personalities keep you nice and fresh
I sit with pen in hand wondering what to write
Should I cut myself and paint in crimson
Or use my plastic argument?
You sample words and collect the royalties
You're stereotyped with gold in hand
I'm naked for the world to see

The thing I think that scares me the most
Is that talent is seldom considered
It's all in a name as the waiting game
Grows tight around your throat
I'm sick of being passed on this time
I'm bored with all of your letters
They just hang on the wall for all to see who the next fool is

Skeleton bound delusions, freaks inside your head
Come to life as you realize insane is not so bad
We must be daft to want more rope
To feed the cause you criticize
We took the time to turn your heads
Now you will see what we're after
"Suffocating The Bloom"

Lyrics by Brett Kull

I feel that I'm always sawing through the branch
That I'm sitting on, I hope it will never break free
But I know that my cut's not the real problem here
It's a cancer that's in the body of this tree

And all the boughs will break and all the leaves will crumble
If they're not allowed to grow
They'll surely fall to be swept away
And the bloom will feel the rake
When the blossom takes it's tumble
If they're not allowed to grow they'll surely fall

A flower must have sunlight like a song must be heard
The ego needs an audience for the id to be stirred
But if we sell for the sake of sales
And those that want to buy
Are we playing for ourselves or just acting out a lie?

Life is far too simple for our lives to be complex
We take things like God, love, and life
And pile them in our human mess
We suffocate the bloom with man-made walls and fences
We suffocate the bloom with false righteousness