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
Wing Clipper
Nave
Apple Eaters
Pissing
Victim Stage Left
Dulcinea
Hung From A Tree
Paramnesia
Night Spikes
Bleed, Memory
Crack an Eye
Life Clipper
Grave Dirt
Pneuma Enthusiastikon
Gorelord
King of the Lepers
Chambers
Tympanum
Deat Coyote Dreams