ₙₒ ₜₕᵢₙg ₕₐₛ ₛₚₒₖₑₙ ₒf ᵣₑd ₕₑₐᵣₜₛ ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ Dᵣₑₐdcₕₐₚₑₗ.. ᵤₙₜᵢₗ ₙₒw. ₜₕₑ Bₗₒₒd ᵢₛ dᵣy ₐₙd ₜₕₑ ₜᵣₐᵢₗ ₒf Fₐcₑₛ ₙₑᵥₑᵣ ₜₒ bₑ ₛₑₑₙ ₐgₐᵢₙ. Wₒᵤₗd yₒᵤ ᵣₐₜₕₑᵣ ₛₜₐy ᵢₙ ᵣₑd ₒᵣ Lₒₒₖ fₒᵣ ₕᵤᵣₜ?

The Stain

Perfect Dying
I Won't shut the Light of the False
Perfect Timing
I Welcome the Price for the Floods
Do You Even Care for the Fall?
Will I see the End of it All?

In Woes , I Feel So Done

And He Falls
Heaven Falls
- Casok