and you're spitting bullets as the words trip off
of my tounge, and your spitting bullets and
everyone is chisled with my name. and you'll
hang me on and you'll hang me from every word
you're a killing joke cloaked with a kiss, and
hollow hits from hollow hands have never torn like this.
no one's leaving until we have 4 fists broken
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
Pigs
The Time It Took
The Time It Took
Bastards
Wasted
Wasted
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Bastards
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Bastards
Little Death
Dying By Degrees
Little Death
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Wasted
Division
The Part You Left Out
The Part You Left Out