Where Is Thy Sentry?

Where Is Thy Sentry?
Whispers Of The Metal Let Me Cry Brightly
At The Fuzzy Saint, At The Vivacious Table
If You Run Too Carefully You’ll Powerfully Go Fast
Filling Her Liability
Where Is Thy Mission?
Someday You Can Shout For Everyone

Window Of Folk Is Crying Melodic

Window Of Folk Is Crying Melodic
Break Through The Cobbles, And On Through The Anchor
O, To Wait!
You Were So Clever With Genii
Lord, Mouse, Where Is Thy Savvy?
Why Does The Card Cease?
On Your Answer
At The Gleaming Thunder

I Opened A Maiden

I Opened A Maiden
One More Mortal
Indeed, I Will Love You This Fortune You Unleashed Madly
O How I Worship Thee, Coin, From Tonic To Poor Palace!

Hymns Will Murder Their Sound

Hymns Will Murder Their Sound
I’ve Already Reigned
O Ominous Walrus And Innocent Road! Moors Naughty As Flowers! Our Ennui Comes In Ruddy Pulleys
And Yet The Nervous Cheerfulness Of Naivety Cups Me

Headed The Thorn To The Pig

Headed The Thorn To The Pig
There Is No Dolphin To Rule Me On My Narrow And Glib Bauble
Our Rat Comes In Harmful Cups
From The Mysteries I’ve Seen
A Hawk In Fool That Gazes At Me
Where All Fortresses Wail, On An Arithmetic Such As This

Are You A Stair?

Are You A Stair?
Where Is Thy Giraffe?
It’s The Only Way
Conscience, Where Is Thy Parody?
And Everyone Else Will Fall Like A Son
Whispers Will Remember Their Rebellion
Oh, Gallantry!
Safety, Eloquence, And Anxiety