I'm trying to be brave

Outside the Gate

We laugh at something I don't remember

Hands Open in the Dust

Janela do Mundo

Perfume de Agosto

You leave your coat here on purpose

Hollow Weather

Last Door in the Hall

Pulse Like A Drum

I drink my shame

Mapa Sin Destino

Salt on the Horns

If I can't shout, I grind my teeth

Mirrorball Enemies

Shards On The Bathroom Floor

Every order sounded like a laugh

I'm getting tired but I'm holding on

Steel booths on a rusted throne

Chasing the future I cant quite find