Circle Of Dead Children - Calm Lyrics
I Hide Inside Watching From The Stained Glass Eyes 500 Shades Of Red DanceWith 500 Shades Of GrayThe Last Festival Of HumilityWith Just Enough Room For A Baby's First BreathMama, Papa Don't Come HomeArch My Recollection In TwoBent Over At War With Pink Porcelain Greeting Card Of The Viewing That YouSee NowPlease Sign In So It's Known Who's LaughingStrings From The Hair Of The Eleventh Prophet Stretched And Strung AcrossThe SmileFingering Sorrow's HarpMy Fingers Now Cracked And BlisteredCall The Pain Master And I'll Bow At RequestSilver Stares Back Before It Browns And CrustsSilver Still Reflects The SpillageThe CalmHow Many Times Will I Circle This Room And Yet Never Move OnceTranquillity Of The Flesh, Water, And TileFlesh, Water, And TileFlesh, Water, And TileYou Would Think It Could Get No WorseIt Will