This Is Not a Place Of Honor Songtexte
Extemporaneous
- This Glass Prison Grows Foggy From Exasperation
- Scott's Walking Through The Graveyard Again
- Spindeln
- Pupils Hold A Reflection
- I Can Feel Staying Alive Becoming More Effort
- This Mask Feels Heavy With Circumstance
- The Fig Tree Still Sways In The Distance
- In Lieu Of Lucidity
- A Side-Step From Non-Existence
- Will This Skin Ever Feel Natural?
- The Sun Is Just Another Star Waiting To Go Out
- Moments Of Reprieve Are Fleeting
- The Perfumed Scent Of Death Still Lingers In The Corners Of My Mind
- Do These Fingers Move Because They Want To?
- We're Dead Longer Than We're Alive
The Familiar Absence Of Feeling
- Where...Uh Was I?
- Stay Behind The Mask
- Did You Say Something?
- I'm Just Tired
- Trapped Behind The Pitch You Call Eyes
- Iris I Could Forget
- These Dreams No Longer Contain Self
- Try Not To Think About It
- They'll Like You More When You're Dead
- Don't Look At Me
- Drifting
- It Pierces Through Me
- This Heart Is Beating Me
- The Waves Of Time Won't Wait For You...
- ...But Its Undercurrents Will Take You
- Letting Bridges Decay
- All These Steps I've Walked Before
- Parental Migration
- But There's Grass Where The Sidewalk Ends
Mehr Songtexte
- when i see her dream, i remember one day that's the only she'll know me
- a passenger in my own eyes
- Meaningless
- chronically failing
- Always on the precipice of /falling/
- ...Moving On Is Difficult
- Something In The Trees
- Jamie Scudero
- Let Sleep Ensnare Us
- This Flesh And Bone Does Not Become Me
- obviously
- internal_bleeding
- A Shaft Of Light From The Floorboards Above Cutting Across Three Islands Nestled In Tidepools
- Trudge
- Graveyard of Memory
- sometimes my limbs feel like wet yarn, disattached
- Accepting Death Is Easy...
- Hell Is Other People
- Bradycardia/Louis Washkansky
- I Don't Seem Like It, But Sometimes I Am Happier Now
- Meander
- ripped from (n o n) e x i s t e n c e
- Arrhythmia/Phillip Blaiberg
- Remember Your Existence Is Circumstantial
- I Carry You To Bed, Like My Parents Before Me
- Climbing The Ladder
- conciousness progenates suffering
- whatcani_give?
- This World Was Never Meant For People Like Us
- I May Look You In The Eyes, But I Can't See You
- dreams /could/ come, (but)
- (k).
- thesebrittlelungs_exhale
- esthesis distorts
- Lost In Thought
- Each Year Is Less Than The One Before
- thoughts leave as soon as they arrive
- Teetering Through Empty Streets Again
- I'm Living An Epilogue
- c.
- s.
- K.
