Forcing Wasn't Meant

You'll Break The Menace That Holds

Why The Strain

Why The Stall For No Reason

Landing On The Steep

The Flat Is Where You Scorn

Buckling, Steadu Breathing

Weed Your Thoughts

There's Something Missing



Yielded To You

Why The Strain

Sour Taste With Every Word

At Loss For Meaning Now To Risk It All



Moments Of Moments

Tarnished Reasoning When I Feel

Worn, Full Glass Of Doubts

Needs To Be Washed Out



Constant Breathing

Open The Gates To Remember This Feeling

The Rest Of Your Life

It's Right In Front Of You



You Left A Sour Taste I Cannot Take

Loss Of Meaning

Loss Of Count

False Start I've Disowned

You Fold