SFF Books titled as Postrock songs A Thread

And Our Bones Did Hum With Fevered Voices That Only the Cool of the Tomb Could Soothe

Within Our Lies A Root of Truth Has Wormed It’s Poisoned Way

We Howl For Our Jaws To Be Full, We Howl For They Are Ever Empty

The Cold Of The Bones Down Within The Earth Could Never Touch The Heat Of The Blood Within Us

The Echoes Of Our Halls Fall Onto Deaf Ears As We Take One Step After Another

The Land Remembers When It's Bones Were New, The Land Has Never Forgotten Its Children's Voices

The Only Harmless Great Thing

These Alleys Have Drunk Deep but Our Thirst Is Not That Which Can Be Quenched

The Desert Will Be Our Only Voice And In The End We Shall Fall Silent

THE HEAT THE HEAT IT IS NOT IN OUR BONES THE HEAT THE HEAT IT IS IN OUR TONGUES

WE ARE THE SHATTERING OF MIRRORS WE ARE THE CRACKS THAT MAY NEVER BE MADE WHOLE

Okay i have to stop now if I didn't do YOUR book it's not because I didn't want to it because I want to do NOTHING ELSE but make up postrock titles...and that's a PROBLEM

if your perfect meme doesn't exist YOU MAKE A NEW MEME UP