For thousands of miles I waited for you I walked backwards
through landmines but time changes everything I wished
impossible things on blue stars that never came true I'm
still waiting
Syncope
My Fist Smells Like Graveyard
My Fist Smells Like Graveyard
Lackluster
Under
Carved From Stone
Paper
5.)
5.)
Direct Hit
Lucky Strike
It Burns
Syncope
It Burns
Syncope
Collapsing
Neither Option
City Of Webs
Neither Option
Easy Chair Method