Ashbury Heights
mad
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Make a spade
King of hearts
I was made
from spare parts
I was born
into arms
How they'd scorn
my lack of charms
Can't you see that I am mad
what a blessing to be mad
Now I thrive
on solitude
Dead alive
altitude
Proximity
frightens me
All I see
is devilry
- Album:
- The Looking Glass Society
- Miscellaneous
- Electrostorm, Vol. 7
- Electrostorm Vol. 6
- Take Cair Paramour
- Awake the Machines, Volume 7
- Awake The Machines Vol. 7
- Take Cair Paramour Alternatives
- Electrostorm, Vol. 5
- Electrostorm, Volume 5
- Angora Overdrive
- Parliament of Rooks
- Machineries of Joy, Volume 4
- Cry Havoc
- Zillo CD 10/07
- Three Cheers for the Newlydeads
- Morningstar in a Black Car
- Origins
- Extreme Sündenfall 6
- Awake the Machines, Volume 6