Number of Lyrics in Album : 9
By Amoral, Burning a hole in the back of my neck
It will
By Amoral, I cut your wings the moment you think that you
By Amoral, I think today might be the day we’ll see it
By Amoral, You win the prize for being the first one
I wash
By Amoral, No time to read the small print
wouldn't understand it anyhow
A
By Amoral, When you lose the first round
you call yourself reborn
Do you
By Amoral, Running out of solutions
Conscious or carried away?
Classify, separate, codify -
By Amoral, Gone
The last few ones I was depending on
Shut down by
By Amoral, Go – and leave yourself behind
Pride – a useless state