About mikeumm
I drowned my conscience and cast another stone.
I took to preaching while dancing on the coals.
I can't see where I've been, and only God knows where I'll be...
But there must be a place for the wretch like me.
Oh, Lord knows I'm tired, but I won't rest my head until I'm home.
And if my hands find themselves another body, well, you can't blame them for trying to keep warm.
Morals are simply a matter of time. And where you lay your head's a question of pride.
But when it's said and done, you'll find it in the lines
That privilege and wit made me misfortune's child...
-Every Time I Die-
