The yearning increased at
Exponential rates
But you wanted no part
Mortally content
Until the surge gave shock
And got you on all fours
Interface fucked
Inside a cubicle that looks of detachment
Is it the size or the angle? the point is clear
The mortal erection has run out of skin
We're hooked on electric stimuli
| 1 | Fragments Of Character |
| 2 | Fault Lines |
| 3 | The Unlikely Event of a Water Landing |
| 4 | Below |
| 5 | The Welding |
| 6 | Digital Gerrymandering |
| 7 | Sores Will Weep |
| 8 | Sore Sight for Eyes |
| 9 | Elegy |
| 10 | Burning These Days |