Lover the Lord has left us, if ever the Lord was here.
Forever we knelt before a golden calf that we named Trust.
We were struck a blow by a jagged blade, its name was Lust.
Now we feign what we feel,we feed what we fear, we feign what we feel, but we do as we must, together.
We are not but babes, grand but without grace...
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
Pigs
The Time It Took
The Time It Took
Bastards
Wasted
Wasted
Bastards
Bastards
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Wasted
Little Death
Dying By Degrees
Little Death
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Division
Division
Blinders