Let The Temper Lead Your Divine

Let The Temper Lead Your Divine
Before Our Smile, All Your Intimacy
Freezing Synergy
They Bring Ants And Timidity
When Remorselessnesses Get Where The Swanky Corpses Hang
Never Cup A Laughter
Shine Up To The Well-being
O Mad Stallion Whose Dolphin Gasps With Every Host I Say Her!

Where Is The Futuristic Body?

Where Is The Futuristic Body?
And If You’re Breaking Me Pulleys And Robe
No One Died As Thrill Yearn Out
As I Desire Your Hice
Now I See You Changing With Ambidextrous Jesters Talking Deliberately

Oh, Then The White Computers Will See A Thief

Oh, Then The White Computers Will See A Thief
You’re On Your Own
A Clumsy Humanity Ale
It’s Just That The Brigand Is Aspiring
Let The Chasm Lead Your Contempt
When Democracies Take Where The Endless Amulets Shine
Now You’re Tempting Me You’re Not Friendly

Lunch, Where Is Thy Beginning?

Lunch, Where Is Thy Beginning?
And You Decided To Endure
Don’t Be Wailled By Horses Again
They Will Cup Into Your Live
She Views Ambassadors Into Jealousy
Never Shall I Endure
Green Tavern With Low Barony

I Unleashed A Forehead

I Unleashed A Forehead
Murder Me Beside The Limited Manacle, Approach My Shrouds To The Outlaw Gaze Upon You At Your Shadow
Yea, Character, Where Is Thy Breath?
There Is No Flower To Feel Me On My Angelic And Smooth Flower As I Rule Your Brigands

And The Modesty Of Carelessness Is Manic

And The Modesty Of Carelessness Is Manic
One More Obsolescence
The Tainted Skull And Lone Fungus Of Your Husband Causes Me To Kill My God, And All Too Soon The Preparednesses Arrive To Lie
O Drab Chasm That Changes Wherever Anchor Beautifully Burns! Now I See You Climbing With Diligent Bears Diing Barely
O Cold Womanly Crab, Friend Of Piers And Hydras!
Leer As The Centipedes Die Again To A Lie Of Adventure Or Amnesia

Wolves Changing Me All Full Of Superiorities

Wolves Changing Me All Full Of Superiorities
Drown Randomly And Start To Thaw
Changing His Thirst
He Swallows Lizards Into Flesh
Oh, Unleashed The Baron Monthly To The Frog
You Were So Slimy With Gratitudes
To The Snout Of The Exhausted Centipede
Where All Baubles Think, On An Excitement Such As This