We take something designed to be b… We ruin ourselves because we’re un… If it’s accepted by the populace,… The world’s twisted tendrils of th… From ashes we came

I want to sail away and never look… My parched throat will be the only… Dawn, noon, night; only me, the se… Storms are friendly, they invite m… There is a hidden understanding in…

My visible scars, though physically healed, hurt just as much as your hidden o… The disparity is that I can’t con… I alone don’t reserve that luxury.

We’ll all be sinking no sound no meaning falling until we meet the end The sordid black stretch