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The Going Offs
Enigmatic Plague
Fragile Mermaid
The Silence Is Violent
Parachute World
Sorrow's Last Page
The Division Of Those
The Sun Knew Wise
Bethroned The Crowd
Memorial To Our Memories
The Raven Chair
Apparition Zeta-43
Armory XII
The Amber Ones
With Lips Sown Shut And Eyes Wide Open
Dragon's Scale
Availance
Snowflake Symmetry
The Unguided Destiny
Somewhere Better
Façade
Gargamessiah
You Are Poison To The Trees
Mud Kept Slander Fields
Oh Sleeper
Opposite Reaction
Demons Don't Kill They Steal
Full Set Of Ribs
Blackness
Lost To Time
Demon Doors
Thirsty Drink
Mutopian Nebularium
In Stone It Was Carved
Blind Mice Of The Spanish Moon
My Voice Was Silenced
The Slime Equality
Yeti Attack!!!
Super Seeded
System Of Knots
Painted On
The Smog Ambience
A Dog Of Emotions
The Smiling Curse
Haunting Yours
The Future Trek For The Past
Sky Rest Above Ebony Fields
Roman Guard
When The Fountain Flooded
Waffles Are Red, Possums Are Smelly
Parkside Dive
Only Yesterday
Flashes
Fall
Against The Skies
Left To Designs
Love
Long Live Apathy
Hades Comet
High School Society
Hands In Hell
Hanging Pictures
Harlot Of Life
Red Squares
Butterflies Of The Season
Algorithm
Shut The Door To Whatever Is True
Music Without Pines
Making Music
Zero Reverence
Absence Theorem
Black Box
Dead Dreams
Cynical In Every View
Blood Black
Afterglow
Not So Cool News
Aeon Speak
Bookend
Devoid Of Reason
Scars Before
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World
Hanging Pictures
Race
Falling Forever
Things As They Are
Spinning Around Our Finger
Skies Fall
Screams
Crossfires
A Teenage Suicide
Renew
Yesterday's Ghosts
To The Bone
The Ungiving Tree
Abnormality
Affixing Dawns
Thankless Winds
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Grandeur Of Melancholy
Bookend
I'm dying for a flame tonic.
Some schnapps for snobs but give
me a vodka bleeding on the floor.
Bookend me something worth not talking for.
Factor de factor.
Hell tour maybe
heaven show it's ugly face.
To a parasite like you.
A ugly spawn of some place
some one's device.
Like an experiment in
your blood. You are on fire
run!
Deliver us but your screams
are in napalm tours.
Drown in the kerosene but it
tastes like wine or the blood
on the floor.
The ugly room or is
it the world I'd wish
would get wrecked sometime
instead of getting brushed.
Kill the floors during tours.
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