I Carry My Awareness Of Defeat Like

The House Clock, Place Certain There At The Bottom Of Things, Strikes The Half Hour Dry And Null. All Is So Much, All Is So Deep, All Is So Dark And Cold!

We Are Two Abysses - A Well Staring At The Sky.

Stones In The Road? I Save Every Single One, And One Day I'll Build A Castle.

There’s Enough Metaphysics In Not Thinking About Anything.

Whether Or Not They Exist We Are Slaves To Our Gods.