I saw a plane spiraling toward a city i knew was already dead.
So i watched the flames rip the screams out of those heads,
Boiling and bubbling the way i used to imagine.
A volcano bleeding in streams through empty houses
Until everyone was still and turned all life into stone,
Where statues were eventually covered by snow.
Tantrum
Tantrum
Tantrum
Tantrum
Goodbye, Face
Goodbye, Face
Comedy Of Christ
Life In a Box
We Left As Skeletons
Comedy Of Christ
More Complicated Than a Sci-fi Flic
More Complicated Than a Sci-fi Flic
Ballad Of Circling Voltures
My Application To Heaven
Ballad Of Circling Voltures
Sounds Of Gravesites
Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands
My Application To Heaven
Your Face Is a Rape Scene
Your Face Is a Rape Scene