within these pages
i find myself
who holds the Reins
who makes delay

within (the) tenuity of sagefield
i sail near the death
obsessed with deityship
down on your seer - noone caress

so young
back rows
fond smile

so young
back rows
pass him by

this one of a black rose gonna cry
young fry
you did wrong things tonight

deeply in red
deeply in debt

creep in my music
diablerie is a must
for one who take on a little
hush! heaven dust

contango day for morrow
just like to row against the blood
some punishment some respect
some spicy joy u didn't expect

so young
back rows
fond smile

so young
back rows
funeral pile

this one of a black rose gonna cry
young fry
for the last rites tonight..