Mercy
The Art of Reach
Scars
Of Symptoms

Neglect

Brings You Down

Sit as You Look
At Your Pride slips Away
Time is against You
Your Bed is made
Nothing and no one
Can Save you from this
Suddenly taken by this sickness

Down You Go Now
No More Crawlin'
Disembodied

Words
Your Only Power
Ending Remains
Undiscovered

Fraility