Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Cynic, Feet to hip
Leaf to breast
Throat to brain
and skin arrange
Now we're
By Cynic, Evolution
Here's my hand you painted on
A circle fades inside a
By Cynic, I touch the string though the harp may not sing
Still
By Cynic, From the mountain top
He looks upon the crowds
Mindful among the
By Cynic, The space
We claim the space
The space
By Cynic, Hey comrade
What will it be like on the day we
By Cynic, Space, raise my arms
Space, wake my eyes
Space, grace my heart
Can
By Cynic, Memory, thunder cloud
Sadi sati killing down
Starved at the root again
We