Behind What Door? by Justin Dial

Crows can't outrun the rain,
The crows can run without me.
Is the rain making that sound?
Is my soul making a sound?
All I'll hear is whispers,
Until that day she leads me to her door.

Downhill Women by Justin Dial

Where are they going?
Their heads hung low,
beneath the clouds.
Meant to be above us,
Content to be below us.
I'd go above to prove,
You all belong in the country.

Fry Her Mind by Justin Dial

If you're gonna win her,
you've got to get bigger.
In her mind and inner,
You've got to live there.
Now the best part;
fry her mind,
until all she tastes is you.