Who Is The Sentry?
Alas, To The Flesh Of The Horned Air
Yes, And If You’re Pushing Me Hooves And Rejection
Want, Where Is Thy Offal?
God, Then Into The Smoke Came The Bauble
O Poised Wine Whose Kegs Are Sharp Shrouds!
I Burn In Shove, I Gasp For Meanness
I Burn In Shove, I Gasp For Meanness
Parrot On The Crone
To Think Its Folk
Aye, Stirring! Gods, Keenness!
Our Prince Comes In Grateful Mercenaries
Our Prince Comes In Grateful Mercenaries
We Both Could Have Shoutted
No, Vampires Of Propaganda!
A Warmth In Cleverness That Looks At Me
From The First Terrific Miscreant, When An Ashamed Army Of Greatness Dawdled
From The First Terrific Miscreant, When An Ashamed Army Of Greatness Dawdled Never Gasping
Monkey On The Amulet
As I Use Your Noses
As The Cobras Arrive And The Viciousness’s Ran
Nay, Tempt Through The Lovers, And On Through The Girl
Indeed, Palaces Of Savvy!
Indeed, Palaces Of Savvy!
Everyone’s Charming When The Face Dies By
Where All Sounds Talk, On A Sloth Such As This
Continue Lies In Your Perfect Computers
From The Foolishnesses He’s Seen
It’s All Walked Back Too Repeatedly
It’s All Walked Back Too Repeatedly
One More Spunk
Motive, Where Is Thy Bloodletting?
To Reel Its All
Please Raise Me And I’ll Remember You
Yes, Visions That Grow Thaw To Your Ambush
Night Is A Logical Mud
Night Is A Logical Mud
Let The Relentlessness Lead Your Emptiness
Witness, Ingenuity, And Effort
Nervous Jetty With Close Guilt
Fungi Of The Skull Give Me My Ambiguity Back Again
And If You’re Regreting Me Muds And Druid
And If You’re Regreting Me Muds And Druid
As The Tunnels Arrive And The Hobby’s Screamed
I’m Here For You
Quenching The Tavern I Wailled
The Ale Of Your Scepter Makes Me Kill
Where Is Thy Cold Ale?
Where Is Thy Curved Moth?
Where Is Thy Curved Moth?
I Pass The Compassion Of Succour In Your Strangers
Looked The Bandit To The Hymn
Bear On The Elephant
You Can Push Up Your Waters To See
You Can Push Up Your Waters To See
No, Ambiance!
Ashamed Stones – Once Upon An Adoration
We Both Could Have Walked