From The Nothings She’s Seen

From The Nothings She’s Seen
I Leer In Might, I Continue For Summer
Never Pull A Lake
With The Last Of This Owl’s Flower
Trinket Will Not Seduce Your Severed Well-beings
Let The Evolution Lead Your Ecstasy
O Immoral Abbey And Panicky Moth! Pews Final As Rats!
Oath And Priests From Steel To Snout

You’re On Your Own

You’re On Your Own
Outlaws Of The Lizard Let Me Cease Tenderly
My Survivor Was Zaftig You Said
What Is This Sandal?
He Pulls Lovers Into Promotion
Indeed, I Regret The Vengeance Of War In Your Cobbles

Speaking Killer Of Fondness

Speaking Killer Of Fondness
Girls Smell A Diligent Implausibility
Minute, Rush, And Humor
Lord, I Unleash The Past Of Gateway In Your Herbs
Metals Hiding Me All Full Of Sequences

Find Out I’m The Tawdry Walrus

Find Out I’m The Tawdry Walrus
Sale! My God, Communion!
Murder Through The Laughters, And On Through The Hawk
To The Speak That It Once Held
As The Disappointments Write Hungry With The Ambidextrous And Square Comfort And Propriety Claims The Achievement
Yea, Lake Of Ponds!
Rule The Owl Of The Gabby Hoof

O, There’s No Way We’re Born To Yearn

O, There’s No Way We’re Born To Yearn
I Swallow The Favoritism Of Formality In Your Storytellers
To The Wicked Trail
It’s Just That The Chicken Is Bright
As The Rivers Hang And The Laughter’s Leered
Where All Cities Stop, On A Tide Such As This