Lehua: I, Alone
Black masks and pea soup fog
Dragging feet like dead, dead logs
Always hounding after me
Go away! Just set me free!
Drag me kicking from waters rushing
Such attention, just too crushing
Jump off a cliff, so very high
I hope you do, and that you die!

Just silence from your grating voice
I'd like to make any kind of choice
Though you think I'm being unkind
I just want to own my mind!

So go away now and let me be
Go bark up someone else's tree
And I'll walk my own paths on my own
If you haven't noticed... I'm now full grown.

Wasabe: Eye of Bone
They speak in winding song
A revelation to be held by few
Silently piercing lids of fleshless skin
Haunting rhythm, daunting fear
Flaunting supple sounds so near
Gripping with slime grimed tendril
Perched on forelimbs... whinnying death
Fornication of blackness in pure shadow
Soul-suffocating. Pride choking smoke.
Pussing, dripping, swallowing lenticula!
A knife, a dagger, a bent stick
Can not anything end this matter?
Nay soulless ones afar
They cannot be seen or felt... or with dealt
They are the end of the begining
They are the begining of the end
With flesh of dust and Eyes of bone
They bring you to your final home.