We Are But Dust And Shadow
Athbhaile - The Cobblestone
And Her Wings Are Spread To The Breeze
Everyone Sees Noon At Their Own Door
As The Gaping Wound Bled
The Legend of Effin Eddie
Inside, Floating
Hopes Reach Retracts
The Words Boil Down Your Throat
Convince Me I'm Real
You Held On Tight
As I Drift In The Void
Spinning Into The Void
Change
My Heart Beats So That I Can Hardly Speak
These Are Not The Words Of One Who Is Oppressed By A Demon
It's Time To Let Go
My Sight, Which Was My Power, Now Blurs
The Transparency Of Fabricated Sanity
Bound Heavenward