The Last Surrealist

In the Morning Our Bodies Will Be Nothing

With Stretched Out Nihilistic Hands We Embrace Suicide...

The Gun is Perched Between My Teeth

Eyes Wide Open (Suffocate Until the Fire's Annihilation)

To Kiss My Beloved With Eyes Wide Shut

Rebirth in a Nebula

Her Morning Breath

Love is Subservient to Death

When a Ghost Embraced the Dust

In the All Consuming Fires of Sodom and Gomorrah We Make Love