i strapped my memories to my back i'm leaving.
i'm already gone.
and i was on a train somewhere wishing sweet stings to you.
to make you never forget the poetry in wanting.
i want those days to hold you
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