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
Fill The Void
Hamlets
Hamlets
Fill The Void
Who's Got The Golden Ticket Now?
Who's Got The Golden Ticket Now?
Cold Rain
Are You Guys Telling Jokes? I Like Jokes!
Cold Rain
Are You Guys Telling Jokes? I Like Jokes!
Blackland dirt
The Hole In The Ship, SOS
Blackland dirt
Viva Hate Part One
Viva Hate Part One
Tannerisms