inaction is the soil that buries us (my indolence is by fear of dirt)
it will seem as if all the stars are laughing
entering the emporium
skyquake
bridge (the light holds you dearly)
staring at your breakfast because it looks like a face
until tunnels
aug. 9th 1947
absolute 1.h
feb. 10 1937
sunken cities
@#^&%*($) _ hI
#($%&@*&)!
pop
my friends are just like the stars
instrumental
Iron Heart
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