The Casket Lottery
what i built last night
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(Oh me of little faith...) Offer nothing to believers, but words. whether the hand of God, or the work of the Devil. the burden is upon my shoulders. (All these words whispered in my ears...) Nothing is sacred,
for we are all sheep (All these words whispered in the air...). I'm not the sheperd by any means. i'm merely the man with schematics for building the bridge. sacrificed by hands.
- Album:
- Real Fear
- Miscellaneous
- Survival is for Cowards
- Composed on Bicycles: Holiday Matinee Compilation, Volume 3
- Moving Mountains
- Choose Bronze
- Dot Dot Dash Something or Other Dot
- This Changes Everything
- Possiblies and Maybes
- Blessed/Cursed
- Small Brown Bike & The Casket Lottery
- 1999-12-05: Bloomington, IN, USA
- In Honor: A Compilation to Beat Cancer, Round #2
- Magnet New Music Sampler, Volume 24
- Smoke and Mirrors
- A Twenty Band Compilation
- Split
- The Door
- The Door - Single
- Slightest Indication of Change