No Poetic Device
Man In A Suitcase
Who Said You Could Touch Me?
Narrative Of Soul Against Soul
Clove Smoke Catharsis
Paper Airplanes (makeshift Wings) (demo Version)
The Great Disappointment (demo Version)
The Lost Souls
Now The World (sing The Sorrow Version)
Catch A Hot One
Lower Your Head And Take It In The Body
Drowned in flames is where I can be found,
my nose broke from being smashed into the ground.
What a waste, this place I call my home.
Escape this place and break out on my own! I'm still reaching.
Try to slap me down, but I'll still
hold. In the fray is where I can be found.
My head is bruised from always being knocked around.
What a fight, this life I call my own!
Escape this life, and break out on my own! I'm still reaching!
Try to slap me down, but I'll still hold.
I'll hold my own.
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