No Poetic Device
The Hanging Garden
Man In A Suitcase
Paper Airplanes (makeshift Wings) (demo Version)
The Great Disappointment (demo Version)
The Days Of Phoenix
Synesthesia (demo Version)
The Prayer Position
Two Of A Kind
I Wanna Get A Mohawk (but Mom Won't Let Me Get One)
Where were you? Say you were gone?
Well, ask me and I'll swear you were there all along.
Another place? Another state?
At any rate, I can't relate.
There's no two ways, you're a disgrace.
Drown down your fear, suffocate every spark of clarity.
Your weakness: sickens me, saddens me, strengthens me.
There's no way to free responsibility.
Who's to blame? Who's in the wrong?
The truth from which you hide - it was you all along.
You were there, you didn't care,
and your heart and mind were self impaired.
Now, all that's left is our despair.
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