The salt from my eyes burn
As does the acid of my tongue.
Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight.
Might I unearth the hatchet
And put it to proper use.
My hand is poised, and in fury.
Only thunder gives me rest.
Dare me to breathe
When I cant catch my breath.
Sway my temper's balance.
Only thunder gives me rest.
Hardly
Anesthesia
Hardly
For The World
The Bonds Of Those Who Have No Understanding Of Co
We Who Finish Last
Willing Oneself To Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven
Solely Concentrating On The Negative Aspects Of Life
Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others
Man Into Demon: And Their Faces Are Twisted With The Pain Of Living
Chorus Of The Dissimilar
Whether To Cry Or Destroy
Given Flight By Demon's Wings
Let Us At Last Praise The Colonizers Of Dreams
Beyond Man
If Born From This Soil
To Suffer Fools
Reach Beyond The Sun
Think The Adder Benign
Ending The Prepetual Tragedy