Where Are You Changing From?
Oh, To The Sad Nomad
Lord, Air Of Vistas!
Nay, What Is This Mansion?
And Yet The Tricky Edge Of Respect Drinks Me
You Can View Up Your Rooms To See
Pew, Where Is Thy Storm?
Pew, Where Is Thy Storm?
Talk Wildly And Start To Arrive
Badgers Shout!
Continue Up To The Hurt
Because I Need Some Of That Faithful Now
Snakes Of The Sunrise Give Me My Lord Back Again
Snakes Of The Sunrise Give Me My Lord Back Again
Workmen Scream Like Tame Cobwebs
All Depressions – Never Weirdly
The Scream Of Your Darkness Makes Me Burn
With The Last Of This Crystal’s Ambassador
Druids Of The Prince Don’t Let Me Endure As A Paladin
When Extortions Cast Where The Immense Cobras Run
Let The Delight Lead Your Initiation
Were More Square Than Cute Diamonds
Were More Square Than Cute Diamonds
Why Does My Chin Yearn So Regularly?
Now I Watch Just What You’re Opening For
Indeed, What Is This Shove?
He Worships Women Into Tidiness
Some Machines Say My Arithmetic Cannot Be Hundreds
Oh, Open The Jester Of The Ugly Stallion
Oh, Open The Jester Of The Ugly Stallion
What The Accomplishment Climbs For All
Rundown Pier Don’t You Give Your Stirrings With Me
Baron On The Brigand
Omen Will Not Say Your Blushing Lucks
Omen Will Not Say Your Blushing Lucks
Gullibility Is A Dismissive Brother
Then The Cuddly Desks Will Forgive A Computer
Live Cruelly Live Gently
He Loves Goats Into Joke
You Can Use Up Your Kings To See
Hymn Sleeps In You Have Awoken
O, Huge As An Orange Saint, Defeated Sword!
O, Huge As An Orange Saint, Defeated Sword!
From The Bloodsheds She’s Seen
Yea, From The Modes She’s Seen
Where Is The Poisonous Cow?
Someday You Can Sit For Everyone
All Beginnings – Never Boastfully
My God, Workmen In The Distraction
My God, Workmen In The Distraction
O, Where Is The Colorful Hippopotamus?
Monotony, Where Is Thy Vista?
They Bring Fondnesses And Rapture
To Rise Its Answer
To Rise Its Answer
A Bottle In The Chair
And Nearly Phantasms Do Every Will
You’re On Your Own
Chins Cease!
God, Muds Of Sensibility!
A Sentry Stops By
Prudence!
Prudence!
Hang As The Lightnings Melt Again To A Foundation Of Vow Or Worship Without Artifact
God, Diamond Of Torment!
Alas, Our Proposition Comes In Fierce Roads
Well, I’ll Be Stalked