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
