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'
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Flea Market Temple
Disaster Will Come Upon You, & You Will Not Know How To Conjure-it Away
A Bed That Breathes With Him
Sailing The Veil-boat
So Busted Before Your Righteous Throne
The Body Binds Us
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
We Don't Know How It Grows
Animals Are Cut In Two
Let's Build A Planet
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
Rewire My Desire
I'm The Blinder
Drowning Chariot
They're Bad But We're Worse