By hook or by crook I’ve turned from love to hide
I'm trying to return to the place before I learned to lie
This fear towers ancient in my blueprints before I could write
To whom it may concern this is what my healing looks like
N.A.V.E
Nave
Wing Clipper
Apple Eaters
Pissing
Victim Stage Left
Paramnesia
Night Spikes
Hung From A Tree
Dulcinea
Crack an Eye
Bleed, Memory
Chambers
Life Clipper
King of the Lepers
Grave Dirt
Pneuma Enthusiastikon
Tympanum
Deat Coyote Dreams
Gorelord