From One Thing Great Sprouts Another Thing Great.
I Never Lost My Way.
For Every Needle Poked Wing Grew Another Dream.
For All The Crumbled Veins Is One Great Blood Soaked Piece From The Hole In My Wing.
I'll Pick A Petal Every Time For You, Lovely
And I'll Never Forget What Got Me Here.
-Deformity
The Air Is Much Better From The Top
