People Are Most Afraid of the Dark
If You Ask Anyone Who Knows, He Doesn't Know Himself
Because This Is Reading
It Doesn't Look Like Three Five Story Books
That's Our Story Already
Doesn't Fit in Books
Betrayal Doesn't Smell Where the Sentence Ends
Maybe we were a little nervous
As if we were going to fall into an ambush
We Were Both Wounded and Orphaned
Hands Blood Eyes Rebellion
Heart Running on His Lip
We Were Two Flowers of the Abyss
If I Don't Write More
There Are Those Who Don't Print
If I'm Silent, There Are Those Who Silence
I Have Chain On Chain In My Hands
