The new song: REMdemption Reproach
Additional production and mastering by Rajen Mistry
Naught’s had, all’s spent,
Where our desire is got without content.
‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
To bed, to bed! there’s a knocking at the gate:
come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s
done cannot be undone. — To bed, to bed, to bed!