The face of the devil is bald and emaciated
And I'm staring him dead in the eyes when I look into the reflection of the knife
Tendons and ligaments I didn’t even know I had are visible
And when it gets too hot my veins throb with an ache I wish you ached with
I love you, but I will not forgive you
That Which Is Safe
That Which Is Safe
Miasma
We Build Our Castles In the Air
We Build Our Castles In the Air
But a Sound
But a Sound
Impulses
Understanding Healing
Understanding Healing
A Thousand Words
The Hand That Rests On My Shoulder
The Hand That Rests On My Shoulder
Wounded
A Thousand Words
All The Things I Was Too Scared To Say
One Day We Will No Longer Hurt
Insurmountable
If You Are Reading This
If You Are Reading This