s.c.a.r.s._&_s.c.r.a.t.c.h.e.s.
Moved, unscathed
Reclining of the fortress
At the break of dawn nothing but remorse
Killed to be
Hunter be hunted
Only too late if we stopped
Clock turned
The earth scaling to the turn of the universe
Changes immersed
Probability
The tense of coming
Fiddling with what is dying
