Their Arms Surround Me Like Chains Made of Velvet

Introductory Discourse (Placing My Ailments Aside)

Their Arms Surround Me Like Chains Made of Velvet

Contour Defined by Defenses (Apropos of the City)

Rejoice (As the Crimson Falls from the Lips)

Interpolation of Lust (Hands Outline Intent)

The Imperfection of Perfection, the Inhumanity of Humanity

The Ropes Become Water As We Roll Together Towards Dawn

Concluding Silence (Hands Made of Heaven)