Conditioned for the concrete
An icy slab of ruptured grails
It grows colder every night
Marinated in sliced animality
Raised with a sense of duplicity
The needles pierce harder
Layer the streets with flesh
The slices grow thinner with every cut
Jaded to the knowledge of flames
I live to be fucking burnt
I dig to find an answer
But its already dead
I only love what i cannot have
I only kill the ones i love
Pray for the orchids
May they be planted when the slices cease
Left to be alone
For one more night in the cold
| 1 | Graining Enamel |
| 2 | Cascade of Scars |
| 3 | Replant and Repress |
| 4 | Trail of Perturbation |
| 5 | 1132 |
| 6 | Burning |
| 7 | Blossoming of the Web |