The stangers attacking
Our hearts are all lacking
But God means nothing to them
The hit-men hold coupons
And say God is gone
Or trying to do me in
Oh search and be silent
On a bed that breathes with Him
Our hearts are forgetting
The thugs are all betting
That God will only condemn
Their questions rhetorical
I wish they'd get homesick
And find their way back again
Dear John
Dear John
Let's Go Javelin'
The Body Binds Us
Let's Build A Planet
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Sailing The Veil-boat
We Don't Know How It Grows
Animals Are Cut In Two
I'm The Blinder
Drowning Chariot
Flea Market Temple
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
A Bed That Breathes With Him
Pressing Into It
They're Bad But We're Worse
Skip The Rope
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Disaster Will Come Upon You, & You Will Not Know How To Conjure-it Away
We Must Be Ploughed-Up