Through Love Scraps Of Copper

What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting In Hell At The Bottom Of The Dark, We're Afraid Of Our Own Immortality.

Be Suspicious Of What You Want.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

You Could String A Hundred Endless Days Together, My Soul Would Find No Comfort From This Pain. You Laugh At My Tale? You May Be Educated But You Haven’t Learned To Love Till You’re Insane

There Is Someone Who Looks After Us From Behind The Curtain. In Truth We Are Not Here, This Is Our Shadow.