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!
The Time It Took
The Time It Took
Pigs
Bastards
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
The Part You Left Out
The Part You Left Out
Division
Wasted
Crooked Mile
Division
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Crooked Mile
Wasted
Leaning The Room
Leaning The Room