The very idea of beauty died so long ago
But sometimes I catch a glimpse
At the call of your name or the touch of another's hand
I see this place as Adam once saw Eden
(and I see people as Adam once saw Eve)
But gone is the garden of perfection
(The dirt we've become is the dirt we came from)
In Too Deep
Kyrie
Wrathbearer
In Too Deep
The World
Horizon
Do You Wanna Dance?
grave
Dolores
Relentless
Infidelity
Relentless
What Goes Around
Eight Weeks Of Privilege, No Time For Regret
The World
The Years To Come
Purpose In Pain
Soiled Rags (Let Us Raise Our Hands In Victory)
Grave
A Clean Head And A Clear Conscience