I was hanging on by a little thread.
Just minutes before I was on a mountain.
I screamed "I can see all."
The ground broke from the sound.
It was all built on nothing.
And the pretty lights down below
Begged me to just let go;
To let myself be condemned;
To start again.
I opened up my aching hands.
I went down like an avalanche.
I tool with me the things I found.
I used them to help slow me down,
And start again.
Caution: the solid ground that you
Are on will slide from under you.
| 1 | State Of Grace |
| 2 | Paper Thin |
| 3 | Complicated |
| 4 | Exister |
| 5 | The End Of The Line |
| 6 | High Class Catastrophe |
| 7 | Pledge Wore Thin |
| 8 | Bleeder |
| 9 | The Traps |
| 10 | Take No Prisoners |