Deprived of one's consciousness, all is distorted
Deluded forever, so long with this contortion
A manipulative grip keeps us mentally confined
Fragments of character mold confusion
Enticing words fall out of decaying mouths
This deceiving visage is a slap in the face
Yearning for a piece of mind, all senses are re-
Vealed, bleeding color and shape
Tourturous windings of thought remain
A surge of uncertainty pierces flesh
Left with this vision of clarity that will not be
Reached
| 1 | Teledildonics |
| 2 | Fault Lines |
| 3 | Below |
| 4 | The Unlikely Event of a Water Landing |
| 5 | The Welding |
| 6 | Digital Gerrymandering |
| 7 | Sores Will Weep |
| 8 | Sore Sight for Eyes |
| 9 | Elegy |
| 10 | Burning These Days |