| Song | The Book |
| Artist | Vader |
| Album | Impressions In Blood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Liquid, sticky messages | |
| Stories that meander and trickle | |
| Communiqués that cruise with no end | |
| Whispers of slow ooze and drain | |
| Reading takes you inside | |
| Slow observant attention | |
| Tracing plots uncovers | |
| Layers of inner self | |
| leads: Peter | |
| A gush is an explosion | |
| Slow trickle a description | |
| Pulsing rhythm a sonnet | |
| Steady rush like a novel | |
| Veins are like lines | |
| White parchment of the bones | |
| Vessels of pages that collect | |
| Meaning and truth and sense | |
| leads: Mauser | |
| It takes years to perfect | |
| Comprehension and skill | |
| Tender touch of the red | |
| So elusive to capture | |
| Ripped pages, lost meaning | |
| Words trailing off into void | |
| Cooling plot with no climax | |
| No text is forever | |
| leads: Peter |
| Liquid, sticky messages | |
| Stories that meander and trickle | |
| Communique s that cruise with no end | |
| Whispers of slow ooze and drain | |
| Reading takes you inside | |
| Slow observant attention | |
| Tracing plots uncovers | |
| Layers of inner self | |
| leads: Peter | |
| A gush is an explosion | |
| Slow trickle a description | |
| Pulsing rhythm a sonnet | |
| Steady rush like a novel | |
| Veins are like lines | |
| White parchment of the bones | |
| Vessels of pages that collect | |
| Meaning and truth and sense | |
| leads: Mauser | |
| It takes years to perfect | |
| Comprehension and skill | |
| Tender touch of the red | |
| So elusive to capture | |
| Ripped pages, lost meaning | |
| Words trailing off into void | |
| Cooling plot with no climax | |
| No text is forever | |
| leads: Peter |
| Liquid, sticky messages | |
| Stories that meander and trickle | |
| Communiqué s that cruise with no end | |
| Whispers of slow ooze and drain | |
| Reading takes you inside | |
| Slow observant attention | |
| Tracing plots uncovers | |
| Layers of inner self | |
| leads: Peter | |
| A gush is an explosion | |
| Slow trickle a description | |
| Pulsing rhythm a sonnet | |
| Steady rush like a novel | |
| Veins are like lines | |
| White parchment of the bones | |
| Vessels of pages that collect | |
| Meaning and truth and sense | |
| leads: Mauser | |
| It takes years to perfect | |
| Comprehension and skill | |
| Tender touch of the red | |
| So elusive to capture | |
| Ripped pages, lost meaning | |
| Words trailing off into void | |
| Cooling plot with no climax | |
| No text is forever | |
| leads: Peter |