freedom (in the mist)

blood (in the mist)	shadows (in the mist)	trapped (in the mist)	(in the mist)
voices (in the mist)	So close yet so far away	tired (in the mist)	Red for violent, yellow for nonviolent
halos (in the mist)	watching humanity move into Manhattan with the measured flow of blood	Transformation, White Pawn into Black Queen	the flowers cannot remember the flood
Starin' Through My Rear-view	The City Of The Tribes	The Forest of Treasures	Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing.
I once clutched death in my hands	Why are we all so troubled?	tire	afterlife
Heaven

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