I've mastered the art of small talk the bond of wet paper and a friendly gesture giving way to a colder stance a black lung full of feeling remember this he say...

Finished. Then we were all poisoned. The morning arrives and I'm numb. Through the fields sheeted in ice. You'll find me, we'll never have a home again. And the...

Up to this point the story has been played out, sometimes Failing, and sometimes in time. But always present and always feeling just this close to Breaking. The...