I am still buried
I am in Hurry
I am on my Death parade
I am perforated
I am stepped in wounds
I am on my Death parade
I will permit the psalms
But dare you fail to calm
Enough to win the fight
I can't see the holy light
We praise the ones
Who made it into yours
I will write
An all-new course
SEVEN THORNS
AROUND MY HEAD
A DUSTY SHAPE
A DUSTY FLAT
I GOT MY KORAN
ON MY SIDE
WE ARE APOKRYPHA
WE ARE BORN TO BE HIDE