and you're spitting bullets as the words trip off
of my tounge, and your spitting bullets and
everyone is chisled with my name. and you'll
hang me on and you'll hang me from every word
you're a killing joke cloaked with a kiss, and
hollow hits from hollow hands have never torn like this.
no one's leaving until we have 4 fists broken
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
The Time It Took
The Time It Took
Pigs
Bastards
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
The Part You Left Out
The Part You Left Out
Division
Wasted
Crooked Mile
Division
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Crooked Mile
Wasted
Leaning The Room
Leaning The Room