| Song | Wisp Of Tow |
| Artist | Minsk |
| Album | Out Of A Center Which Is Neither Dead Nor Alive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Life ends as leaves fall. Occam’s razor strikes again. | |
| Can I dance if I have no soul? | |
| If I go under will you find me cold? | |
| And if I travel to distant lands, would you walk beside me and hold my hand? | |
| Blessed realization. | |
| Blessed consternation. | |
| Suffering from aberration. | |
| Sores ignored panic restored. | |
| Consuming the fruits of our labors. | |
| We are the aberration. |
| Life ends as leaves fall. Occam' s razor strikes again. | |
| Can I dance if I have no soul? | |
| If I go under will you find me cold? | |
| And if I travel to distant lands, would you walk beside me and hold my hand? | |
| Blessed realization. | |
| Blessed consternation. | |
| Suffering from aberration. | |
| Sores ignored panic restored. | |
| Consuming the fruits of our labors. | |
| We are the aberration. |
| Life ends as leaves fall. Occam' s razor strikes again. | |
| Can I dance if I have no soul? | |
| If I go under will you find me cold? | |
| And if I travel to distant lands, would you walk beside me and hold my hand? | |
| Blessed realization. | |
| Blessed consternation. | |
| Suffering from aberration. | |
| Sores ignored panic restored. | |
| Consuming the fruits of our labors. | |
| We are the aberration. |