I Will Learn To Console
The Dying Cylon
Whose Hope
Has Binary Slow Turned
Into Grief Into
Hearts We Hid Up Our Sleeves
I Didn't Have To Leave
I Can See
I Was Hopeless And Naive
Now I See Now I See

Making Good On Our Plan
As I Stuck To My Presets
No Offense
It's Just I Never Made Amends
With Myself
I'll Always See Through This Lens
The Wires Bind The Stems
I Will Not
Shoot My Valence Through The Air
I Am Not
One Of Them

Two Words
I Never Thought They'd Be The Ones I'd Choose
And I'll Always Follow Through
Few Turns
I Never Thought They'd Be The Ones Of News
It's Closer Than I Ever Knew