All eyes on me, it's why we never speak.
For now we'll just sit locked and dilated.
I feel buried or maybe I'm just alone.
So cover me in black.
It's for history.
So retire the ships, the final voyage was his.
closure
Transistions from Persona to Object
Ebb
Closure
The End Of An Anchor
Mondrian Was A Liar
John Woo
Oma
Hives
Framce
Stupid Me
Rock Lobster
O Fortuna
John Woo
Stupid Me
Inch By Inch
Hives
We Are The Romans
Dead For A Minute
Man The Ramparts