The Crave
— Its Mouth Is Gaping, Swallowing, Screeching (Eternal Distress Signal)
— Its Limbs Are Writhing, Lurching Forth, Clawing At Surfaces (In Panic & Contagion)
— Its Womb Is Aching, Bewrought, Disgorging Brine (Crude Oil Disaster)
— Its Heart Is Driving, Pounding, Drowning (Chamber Submerged)
— It Devours (Bound In Pitiful Gauze) (Despite Our Pressure We Could Not Stop The Screaming)
— It Devours (A Slow Eclipse) (Closer It Dissolves) (Until There Is Nothing) (And The Waters They Are Still Now)