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
Made Up Face
My 490
Sore For You
Waiting For A Hearse
I Wish I Was Not
On For No One
Hold Me Holy
Did It All Wrong
Boy Like a Bruise
Carousel House
You Sit Useless
Defacing You
It's a Slow Crash
See You Sacred
Every Heart Needs Some Mileage
I Fail To Feel
Decay Desire
Tell By Touch
Portrait In Private
Beyond Pain Lies Purity