Released on November 4, 2008

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Mark these arctic bones

Setting a better

Get it back to own

Nothing adds up, bitter sum

What is underdone?

Fabrication brings disorder

Sure, rare, indeed, this corner is

An all too well-known place that has

Now become a prison

Can I fix it?

Won't we miss it?

Can I fix it, now?

Can I fix it?

Bad child, misfit

Can I fix it, now?

In amongst the trees

Rotten to the core of expertise

Visions spin the head again

See through walls, secret games

Misted colors, furry tracks

Viscous nature of attacks

I wish I was sophisticate

The bitter shrill, the stink of faith

I really wanna fix it

Go away

I will function in no other place

Go away

Really wanna take it

Take away

I really wanna pick up on the case and get back to the-

End, become, what is needed but undone

All together, so apart, of this ever puzzled accident

End, become, what is needed but undone

All together, so apart, of this ever puzzled accident

End, become, what is needed but undone

All together, so apart, of this ever puzzled accident

End, become, what is needed but undone

All together, so apart, of this ever puzzled accident

End

I'm a dead fly in your, in your face

Take me back to someplace

Where I wish I was yesterday

I wish I was tomorrow, I'll give up

Tomorrow I'll give up

But today...