Be Hind
01. Untitled
02. Oneline Scribbles

In Front
00. That
01. Untitled

Con Tained
01. Theme Visionary
02. Polite Jester
03. Cardiculations
04. Homeless Bum
05. Cuckle Koo
06. Oceans of Gravel
07. Beneath the Nightingale
08. Give Meeds
09. Composet
10. Self Less
11. Cells
12. Attributive
13. Ribbons of Rust
14. Inmate
15. Soaked in Foam
16. Desert Trip
17. Bring me the horizon
18. Open Warez
19. Foreign Melee
20. Lost Times
21. Haiku - Hopeful
22. Timely Tidings
23. The Past Presents
24. We Glitter
25. Go Get Out
26. Skit Shit
27. Passage of Days
28. Remind me Not
29. Dry Eyes
30. Oblivions
31. Haiku - Tombful
32. Counting On
33. Riot Passage
34. Oh No No
35. Old Boy
36. Haiku - Stories
37. Fragile Thoughts
38. Armageddon
39. Dumpster Melody
40. Unreheared Besayel
41. Don't Waste Time
42. The Four
43. I took a Dumpster
44. Dead Crackheads
45. Up in Cosmos
46. Haiku - Belibible
47. Sompossable
48. Tired beyond Tires
49. Run and Reel
50. Sightless
51. Hope is Opium
52. In Right
53. Right into the Action
54. Just Mere Human New
55. Catch the New
56. Haiku - Lever
57. Kingdoms Fail
58. The Key
59. Bump the Dump
60. Sweet Sixty
61. Stay
62. Recall Shatters
63. Stereotypical Poppage
64. When frogs sing
65. Them Inspirations
66. Endit It

 
It has all passed
It was over by the seconds last
Breath of air
Shed of tears
Silent wrath
In rage

It has all gone
It all faded out with the dying dawn
The heath of whores
The bath of boredom
Suddle slivers
Of hope

Yet when the nightingale sings its tune
We take time to stare at the glowing moon
We take time to see the slingering fumes
Rising up from our cups of coffee

We take time to remember our children
We take time to remember that old oak tree
There the nightingale sits, perched in abliss
Singing songs that take us away

To the days of our youth
Singing songs that will wake up our ways
To the days of refuge

Singing songs that will make up for waste
Singing songs that will lessen our haste
Singing songs that will bless our dull taste
And let us live our life anew

Yet when the nightingale does come along
All the new hope that it brings in its song
All the new hope that it so lightly weaves
All of this hope falls away when it leaves

When it flies into the grim and grey sky
And we mournfully wave it goodbye