Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit.
Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more.
Upon my head lies a bright neon halo.
It's blinding light can only appease one's insipid resentment for so long.
The weight on my weakened shoulders increases as you recover sight
Progressively.
A disposable smile discretely veils my contempt for your significant
Innacuracy.
Words have never been this painful.
I beg on my knees to win your acceptance.
Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit.
Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more.
Upon my head lied a bright neon halo.
It's blinding light has faded.
I should have known better.
A day will come, when the ties that bind us will be severed.
Only then will you know how much I have resented your company.
That day will come.
| 1 | Furtive Monologue |
| 2 | In the Arms of Perdition |
| 3 | Compelled to Copulate |
| 4 | A Fractured Hand |
| 5 | Bulletproof Scales |
| 6 | Les Temps |
| 7 | Sleepless |
| 8 | Poissonnariat |
| 9 | The Sunset Will Never Charm Us |
| 10 | Eulogy |