let the dead bury their own dead

will you still love me in famine
as when love began at the harvest
or would you gain the whole world
son, I love you at your darkest
but what good is the whole world
when I promise no tomorrow
I only promise your tomorrows
will never take you past my palm

love, what is love without trust
at my word would you bring your isaac

son, I loved you at your darkest

• Admission: Regret
• Bloodsucker Pt. II
• Incomplete Is A Leech
• Love Jealous One, Love
• Of Want and Misery: The Nothing That Kills
• One: Twentyseven
• Terrible! How Terrible For The Great City!
• The Widow
• Thus From My Lips, By Yours, My Sin Is Purged
• Wake Dead Man, Wake