We could build a city in a single day,
but in a couple of seconds we would try
to bury our regrets.
They dont make caskets like they used to, with escape buttons.
So grab my chest and slip your fingers
through my ribs, hold on to this blood machine inside
because its all about to end.
The trials!
The trials!
Grow Worms
Grow Worms
Are You Guys Telling Jokes? I Like Jokes!
Are You Guys Telling Jokes? I Like Jokes!
Who's Got The Golden Ticket Now?
Who's Got The Golden Ticket Now?
Fill The Void
Fill The Void
Welcome To Blood Town, Population Buried!
Hamlets
Hamlets
Welcome To Blood Town, Population Buried!
Cold Rain
Cold Rain
Viva Hate Part One
Viva Hate Part One
Blackland dirt
Blackland dirt