I watched the youth drip from my face
As i cut her free upon the water.
My name reversed is loneliness,
Increasing the vote to slaughter
Well loved and she still left me.
Her laugh, brief and vile.
With naked foot i gave chase
Mile after sorry mile
Why is this for me?
The Manuscript
Roads
The Manuscript
And I Walk With Them
The Isis Script
She Heard My Body Dying
Death Triumphant
A Map Of All Our Failures
Failure (Swans cover)
A Cruel Taste Of Winter
To Shiver in Empty Halls
Tired Of Tears
Like a Perpetual Funeral
The Lies I Sire
The Poorest Waltz
And My Fury Stands Ready
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
My Faults Are Your Reward
She Is The Dark
Under Your Wings And Into Your Arms