Buried
The spade tastes gravel...

Sweet dusk
Ate the hillside...

I dont need you by my side. . .
I can get to sleep without you...

Ode to a faithful friend, my heart:
My heart can beat with love for two perfect...

Heartrending parables they weave this cloth,
Pink romances, crimson broken hearts...

Trolleyed fear it
Weaves between the aisles...

Pigs gather
For the slaughter...

I have this feather
But do I...

Its masquerade time,
Don your mask...

Shadow is back,
Its messing with my head...

Oh.
Now I miss the want of suicide...

Step into my deep blue sea,
Experience its calm greens...