Man In A Suitcase
The Hanging Garden
Paper Airplanes (makeshift Wings) (demo Version)
The Great Disappointment (demo Version)
Who Said You Could Touch Me?
Three Second Notice
Narrative Of Soul Against Soul
The New Patron Saints And Angels
The Prayer Position
No Poetic Device
I've been dreaming.
I was lucid.
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores.
Who'd believe that it was all my own decision?
Cracked faces and medicated smiles.
Set fire to my home before I turned and walked back in.
For every needle open my chest and insert ten pins.
I just anticipate what awaits when I awake... break.
I die in my daydreams.
The gardens have all been overgrown.
I pushed my hand through the thorns to crush the final rose.
A deadly secret only I suffer to know.
I can't eradicate what awaits when I awake... break.
I die in my day dreams.
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