lost somewhere in the bottle and song i bet
on static to hold the rest together
and i want it back
what you've leveled with a glance
i want a language i can use
because my words are lost on you
and i'll scrape bottom to prove i bleed
slit my throat to speak and let me breathe
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
The Time It Took
The Time It Took
Pigs
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
Wasted
Wasted
Bastards
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Division
Division
Blinders
Blinders
Standing Still Fast
The Part You Left Out
Bastards
The Part You Left Out