If we were meant to be
Then I was meant to suffer
But on my darkest nights I trace my path in dreams
Along this lonely thread that only leads to her
This invisible thread that only leads to her
BLOSSOM
BLOSSOM
Blossom
To Dust
To Dust
Closed Doors
Closed Doors
To Dust
Consistency
Consistency
Consistency
Bury Me
Bury Me
Cowardice
What Does It Mean To Live In a Grotesquerie?
Cowardice
What Does It Mean To Live In a Grotesquerie?
Bury Me
Plague Father; Vermin Son
The Distance Grows Fonder