Woe Unto Me - listen to all songs

And Every Piece of a Being Was Washed Away by The

Spiral-Shaped Hopewreck

Dissolving and Then Forming a New Image So

Sad and Slow

Sowing Itself Like Seeds into the Soil Becoming a Chrysalis in the State Of

Lethargica

Only to Wake up in the Reality of Chaos and Burn Its Wings of Creation