Founds total 4 songs
Ascension Day
these are the days of evil perfection. this is the world of torture and fame. this is the age of most vicious infection. these are the times of terror and pain.
Apollo
Show me a place that ain't hell. If there's space, give me room to breathe. That is all that I need. For this body can't fail. And if music be the food of love.
All In The Golden Afternoon
all in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide. for both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied. while little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide.
Ain't It Strange
Ain't it strange that we destroy what we embrace. And we leave what we seek. It's such a shame. Ain't it strange that we smile when we cry. And no one knows why we are here.
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