No Poetic Device
Man In A Suitcase
The Hanging Garden
Paper Airplanes (makeshift Wings) (demo Version)
The Great Disappointment (demo Version)
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
Now The World (sing The Sorrow Version)
The Prayer Position
Porphyria Cutanea Tarda
The ends don't always justify the means,
but I know what it takes to get what I
need, I've got the cure when passive protest just won't do...just flick my
Bic as I hold it to the fuse.
Smash it up.
Break it down.
Bring it down, down to the ground.
Tear it up.
Burn it down.
it down, down to the ground.
How long have we waited for the day when they tighten their grips
and we slip away?
The sound of breaking glass drives me back up.
It makes me whole, when I've been down on my luck.
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