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
Understanding Healing
Understanding Healing
Wounded
We Build Our Castles In the Air
We Build Our Castles In the Air
Impulses
I Am Unafraid
I Am Unafraid
But a Sound
A Thousand Words
But a Sound
The Hand That Rests On My Shoulder
Insurmountable
Miasma
A Thousand Words
If You Are Reading This
If You Are Reading This