Sinking into a routine heaven
and scorching out the wires that have wound us up for years.
Scraping the sin away from the windows
and pushing the guilt up to the roof.
Dragging the dead weight into the street.
and scorching out the wires that have wound us up for years.
Scraping the sin away from the windows
and pushing the guilt up to the roof.
Dragging the dead weight into the street.
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- Stolen Breath
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- The True Face Of Panic
- Best Day Ever
- Black Den
- Capsule Hotel
- Citizen
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- One Constant Volume
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- A Minor Correction
- The Octopus
- Correspondences
- Dim Light District
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