All eyes on me, it's why we never speak
For now we'll just sit, locked and dilated
I feel buried or maybe I'm just alone
So cover me in black
It's for history
So retire the ships, the final voyage was his
closure
Transistions from Persona to Object
Ebb
The End Of An Anchor
Closure
Mondrian Was A Liar
John Woo
Oma
Hives
Framce
Stupid Me
Rock Lobster
O Fortuna
John Woo
Hives
Stupid Me
Inch By Inch
The End Of An Anchor
We Are The Romans
Dead For A Minute