Silent stares turn us to a statue-like repose black mascara hides the somber affliction one small sigh of a quiet lullaby one last night to show what we are made of we have lost ourselves in a calculated infatuation leaving us remains of infamous operations its the perfect shape of my heart
I give to you masquerading our abandoned perfections behind closed curtains they cant see what we've become a bruised and bleeding mochery of something that was once so modest reduces us to ashes of sin

1. A Corpse Named Abel - Dead Set On Dying Slow
2. A Corpse Named Abel - Devil Dressed Lovely
3. A Corpse Named Abel - Feel You Breathe
4. A Corpse Named Abel - Fin
5. A Corpse Named Abel - The Great Escape
6. A Corpse Named Abel - Titus Arum