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!
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
Blinders
Blinders
Division