Founds total 2 songs
Geometry In Static
Behold that a path is created from these traces of ink,. Letters join numbers. Sounds come forth manifesting the plasticity.. This is the direct outcome of the continuous war.
A Saint Is Weeping
Curdled milk in wine. The lingering taste of yesterday. My color has grown pale. Your face I see no more. . A pointed finger accuses me. So dead, so numb, so cold.
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