Efface - Herewith
{Verse 1} What would you do with the holy ghost What would you do if it took your home What would you do with an English Hound When smelling its liver lost and found
Efface - Through Its
{Verse 1} A blackened shadow casts its preterite wound O'er roots retaining reason yet untold; A flood of doting pleasure, charred remains Which stain its tender
Efface - Trieste
{Verse 1} A wanton relief Turn slowly and see A textured release of Toil glacee Strings unadorned like Fantasy coil {Chorus 1} Sharp