we've watched the lines form in our faces
and the smoke fall and break to code
from our hands
and a message missed was a message read
we can never leave the regrets we've wed
we've loved too little
and it's cut us to our quick
we sleep in the seconds between a swing and a hit
Little Death
To All Mothers
Where The Arrow Went Out
Wasted
Wasted
Where The Arrow Went Out
To All Mothers
Bastards
Glassing
Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other
The Past Two
Sicillian Smile
Glassing
Division
Sicillian Smile
The Past Two
Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other
Bastards
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
Division