I'm listening to VNV Nation : Joy

Have I no control, is my soul not mine?
Am I not just man, destiny defined?
Never to be ruled nor held to heel.
Not heaven or hell just the land between.
Am I not man, does my heart not bleed?
No Lord, no God, no hate, no pity, no pain, just ME.
Comprehend and countermand.
Synchronous guidance. I choose my way.
Never to be ruled nor held to heel.
Not heaven or hell just the land between.

And am I not man?

So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why am I lone and why do I feel that
I carry a sword through a battlefield?
So why do I love when I still feel pain?
When does it end, when is my work done?
Why do I fight and why do I feel that
I carry a sword, that I carry a sword?

Like the path to heaven or the road to hell
our choice is our own consequences bind.
We are the kings of wisdom, the fools as well.
We are the gods to many, we are humble men.
We who build great works just to break them down.
We who make our rules so we never fail.

I'm becoming addicted to them. I mean, that's not bad, VNV Nation is a good band. But it's a little weird. I've liked them for a while, and then today it's like I can't get enough of it.

Maybe at Best Buy they have some of their albums. Right now all I have is "Praise The Fallen".

I still don't have those pictures of my knee moved from the digital camera to the computer. Margaret keeps saying she'll get it done, but she hasn't yet; and I can't find out how to do it myself because even if I did know, she has the damn digital camera! If she was home this weekend I'd make her do it, but she's gone on some youth group retreat thing until Sunday afternoon. Gaah.