I was a pauper
Fickle and bruised
Wishing I could atomize these lonely lunar views
But with thorns in my ankles
And rocks in my shoes
I weather through
Hurt
Céline
Open Up
In A Nutshell
Shotgun
Inside Job
Dynamite
Kevlar.
Talking To Myself
Crimes
Monorail.
Siberia
ComeBack
Talking In Your Sleep
Gentleman
Sleep On It
Talking To Myself
Siberia.
Manhattan
Sharpest Edges