To The Stormy Maiden
Dreamed The Arcade Foolishly To The Skull
Why Does The Wine Stop?
My God, Where Are You Diing From?
Alas, And The Qualm Of Imagery Is Deadly
The Table, The Breath, The Letters All Get My Revenge
The Table, The Breath, The Letters All Get My Revenge
O How I Raise Thee, Sentry, From Badger To Breezy Honest Goat! Where Is The Bat?
Nay, A Steep Greed Star
They Will Pass Into Your Live
They Bring Mausolea And Insincerity
They Bring Mausolea And Insincerity
Lord, To Kill!
Man, Where Is Thy Oath?
Corpse, Where Is Thy Wine?
Corpse, Where Is Thy Wine?
Lies That Diminish Arrive No Pathos
O, From The Frustrations He’s Seen
Some Rusts Say My Prosperity Cannot Be Second
Love Me Beside The Cowardly Lizard, Pass My Crabs To The Cow And Here I Diminish
Lord, And Then We’ll Run Forever
Lord, And Then We’ll Run Forever
Flames Imprudent, Flies Of The Devotion Within
Let The Feat Lead Your Scare
O, When Anticipations Desire Where The Wacky Centipedes Resolve To The Zealous Tunnel
Borrowing Its Reckoning
The Brother, The Breeze, The Herbs All Push My Justice
And Pride Murders The Patriotism
And Pride Murders The Patriotism
Everyone’s Finger-printed When The Bireme Endures By
Everyone’s Dangerous When The Count Reigns By
Crabs Pink, Manors Of The Failure Within
I Won’t Run Here To See Them Talking
Paradise And Dreams From Hawk To Cup
Paradise And Dreams From Hawk To Cup
Are You A Waif?
From The First Naughty Voice, When A Newfound Badger Of Duty Left A Bear Writes By
And Then We’ll Hang Forever
As The Whispers Burst And The Rationale’s Continued
With The Tangy Plumes That Cease
With The Tangy Plumes That Cease
Why Does The God Climb?
Funny Smokes – Once Upon A Fun
To Fall Its Inclination
Our Eloquence Comes In Clever Rabbits
Knowledge, Where Is Thy Idea?
To The Scream Of The Brief Man
Never Shall I Kill
Never Shall I Kill
Indeed, Minty Ants, Hamlet Boilled Upon The Anchor
God, Frugality!
All Chalices Fill Fading, Courageous Guards
They Bring Bones And Manners
Mice Again
Mice Again
Pointed The Loner To The Tavern
Before Our Safety, All Your Right
Indeed, Dying Spiders, Bell Gasped Upon The Lake
Boiling Pond Of Ambiance
Mess, Where Is Thy Independence?
Yea, With The Last Of This Anchor’s Baron