THE FUTURE OWES THE DEAD

WE GAVE THE MACHINES OUR WINTER

WARM NAME IN THE CONCRETE

I REFUSE THE BLOODLINE'S INSTRUCTIONS

THE CITY GREW AROUND THE WOUND

MEMORY REFUSED TO BECOME DATA

CHILDREN OF THE UNFINISHED WORLD

LOVE WAS THE LAST UNCODED LANGUAGE

NOBODY BURIED THE VERSION BEFORE US

BUILD NOTHING YOU CANNOT GRIEVE