I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The

I Shed More Tears Than God Could Ever Have Required.

Come From Forever, And You Will Go Everywhere.

. . . Be Absolute Moderne.

To Whom Shall I Hire Myself Out? What Beast Should I Adore? What Holy Image Is Attacked? What Hearts Shall I Break? What Lies Shall I Uphold? In What Blood Tread?

But, Truly, I Have Wept Too Much! The Dawns Are Heartbreaking. Every Moon Is Atrocious And Every Sun Bitter.