My Anvil Is My Tuning Fork

Digging into the Whirlwind Water the Magma Came out, so Back to My Forge I Could Blow Again

Dance Backward When the Fire Walks With You

Breaking into the Granite, I Found Old Iron Bars in the Sand so I Used Them to Grind Some Porcelain

I Am Building a Machine Gun in My Closet Now to Take out as Many of Them as I Can Before They Get Me

Where Everyone Is Happy by Default

If God Dropped Acid Would He See People

Wash It Away from the Dirty Men

My Anvil Sounds Like an a When I Use My Bass Guitar as a Bow

Do Not Disturb Marteleur While He's Gently Carving the Story on Your Stone Ears