;
What are you still doing here?
Like a chicken with its head off
Down the well
No brakes and uphill
The one thing you cannot run away from
Last stop
Hoarder
The floor is lava
Up in the clouds
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream
Goodbye, Blob
Ozymandias
Inside my little bubble
Afraid to die
Taking to one's heels
Not dead yet?