Some artwork for the upcoming Drop To Zero cd coming this summer

http://www.myspace.com/droptozero

Can you feel them calling? Like a heart that’s built on loss,
Their prison keeps them hostage,
Star e out the car window and watch the mills that pass me by,
The pillars standing tall are lined with ghosts that speak from their dark eyes,
Can we call them wrong? Can we see through canine orbits?
Can we dance the devil’s dance and walk two steps in their shoes?
Desperate killers will hunt,
Fight now, try to keep up,
This town, souls that tried to hide from rain in paper towers,
Sunk down, treading in mud,
This town, lost are raising generations of the losing,
This west of Eden Yahweh had in mind, a city paved in blood of angels,
Can you hear them scatter? Like a roach caught in the light,
They burrow in the shadows,
I look to children’s eyes; they breed an emptiness in stare,
They grow to feed like dogs that eat the blood, breeding anger from despair,
Fallen down, hope that is gone,
Somehow, try to move on,
This town, valley where the damned are who find resolution,
The city burned down but the ghosts survived, smoldering rage on the inside