Don't You Pretend
That I'm Not Alive
My Bones Never Ache
Unless She's Nearby
Where Is Your Face
In A Safe Of Dead Tongues
I Can See Your Reflection
In Your Totem First Born
I Suspect
You've Been Carrying A Pack Of Wolves
I Regret
Not Killing You While I Had The Chance

Maybe I Will Always Haunt You
Mark The Somnolence With Truth
Better Hang Your Dead Palace
Than Have A Living Home To Lose
In The River Ganges God Damns My Name

Don't Let These Hands
Sharpen Your Eyes
A Rasp Of Tails