[Music & Lyrics: Christopher B.W.]
Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow
access never knew we're strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox
stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope...
Standby the sign of me...
some kind of unique form
...another season sliced.
Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts
your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box
you passed the further: descending coils of paradox
strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope...
...a blind pain deceiver
in a vectored eye
now we know what we became
...nothing's left but we
and my naked I
...some kind of unique form
| 1 | Absence Spells Beyond |
| 2 | Epitaph |
| 3 | Victorious Men Of Earth |
| 4 | Sinking Trails Of Wisdom |
| 5 | Bluntness |
| 6 | Strenghtened Are The Stems Of Nasturtium |
| 7 | Descent To Dion |