If I knew how could've been
Heaven by now
But you'd miss out
Watch the words pour out of your mouth
I kept karma with a closed fist and
Counted up to open handed caress
Still, I feel wrong (I feel wrong)
Still, I feel wrong
Carousel House
On For No One
Made Up Face
I Wish I Was Not
Defacing You
Waiting For A Hearse
Sore For You
Tell By Touch
It's a Slow Crash
Did It All Wrong
I Fail To Feel
My 490
Hold Me Holy
Boy Like a Bruise
See You Sacred
You Sit Useless
Portrait In Private
Every Heart Needs Some Mileage
Decay Desire
Beyond Pain Lies Purity