
Solitude is Strange
The Days Pass Slow
The Forest Will Twist Me
Before I Go
And I Would Speak
But my voice is not my own
The New World has Changed us, we Couldn't Have Known
Wires like Tendons, Metal like Bone

Solitude is Strange
The Days Pass Slow
The Forest Will Twist Me
Before I Go
And I Would Speak
But my voice is not my own
The New World has Changed us, we Couldn't Have Known
Wires like Tendons, Metal like Bone