call it what it is.
so let the jokes fly.
i can't hear them over the cracking of my jaw.
a painting of your disinterest a scene serene
for making wooden holes in aged
souls the shoes i walked in.
and my hands will fold as they have
done a thousand times before.
| 1 | Kill Or Cure |
| 2 | Lack Of Things To Talk About |
| 3 | Short Of Tranquil Sleep |
| 4 | Common Element Of Thieves |
| 5 | Bad Timing |
| 6 | Daia No Hana |
| 7 | The Boy With Nails In His Eyes |