My landscape of truth-Your maniac graceEstrangedAs a victim Of power cut mazeI stumble,Things crumbleAnd stop to exist-Past flooding The blood;You know,I resistSing graceIf I die in my sleep,Sing...

ICircled and cut By the streetlightSomewhereDown South -I'm a cat,You are a mouse;As long As this City standsI will surviveSleek pretense,Pride and lackOf emotion,Human kind Of distortion,Bod...