if the rooms spinning your with me. and we'll
be throwing bottles at ghosts best left buried and behind.
the dust song screams it wont be long. and if this tears
through you we'll beg to be blinded, burn what we know to
stumble drunk through our days, the dusty song screams it wont be long
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
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Bastards
Dying By Degrees
Division
Division
Blinders
Blinders
Standing Still Fast
The Part You Left Out
Bastards
The Part You Left Out