I'm tired of the morning sun, I fall in love with faded spits...
I'm bored of all the wars I won, detailed fairies on eye-lids...
I'm not made for the words you said, I spit upon your thrones and all the shapes you've changed for me, made of honey, flesh an bones...
A letter from the inner ghost...
Ink in arteries...
A revenge for myself, that's lost...
I change the enemies...
I can't forget your animals' noise...
I'm frighten by your peace...
I can't forget your blackshaped toys, your cancer-like disease...
I'm not made for the words you said, I spit upon your thrones and all the things you want from me, made of honey, flesh and bones...
A letter for the inner ghost...
Ink in arteries...
A revenge for myself, that's lost...
I change the enemies...
Today...
| 1 | The Green Tears Of Eliza |
| 2 | Travelling Strangers |
| 3 | Snow |
| 4 | Leaving Ground |
| 5 | Ewigheim |
| 6 | Satin Gardens |
| 7 | And Thus He Spoke |
| 8 | Remedy |
| 9 | The Happy Losers Sweet Delusions |
| 10 | Tempest |