The cracks in the pavement resemble a fallen man.
I walk right over him, i didn't lend a hand. four
Hours coming cried my frontline. i opened my
Mouth and i found nothing. severance is coming
(running). looked up from height (with sight), i
Never thought of crying (or sighing.) but i knew i
Might (and i know i'm right). three hours coming,
There's just no more time. and now i understand
What was meant to cease and desist; to lay down
My defense. and my orders for the day were to
Build a bridge and to blaze a path for everyone
That is left. we have no power to convert our
Complexion, we like to preserve.
1 | Member |
2 | Dial |
3 | Hark |
4 | Silvered Lead |
5 | Two And A Dime |
6 | Leech |
7 | Key |
8 | Monument |
9 | Frayed Ends |
10 | Outside Is Better |