Album by Cannae
Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Cannae, As seen before, as seen before in a dream I awaken
By Cannae, Handed black flowers Lined with dead moss They release the pungent stench
By Cannae, The finest minds never think alike Always a conflict of interest Behold
By Cannae, Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be
By Cannae, Instrumental
By Cannae, We have gambled with the cards The cards that have been
By Cannae, Methods of self preservation, survival doesn't adhere to the weak Revenge
By Cannae, Tomorrow is here Damned by the speed of time Imagine when becomes
By Cannae, Today is the day to throw away what's left inside Gather
By Cannae, The lack of desire pushed down Pushed down on your face Dark