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
Where The Arrow Went Out
Little Death
Where The Arrow Went Out
To All Mothers
Wasted
Wasted
To All Mothers
Fucking Fight
Fucking Fight
Glassing
Bastards
Leaning The Room
Bloody But Unbowed
Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other
Scratching Rounds
Leaning The Room
Hollow Point And Whiskey
Wasted
Keep Your Teeth
The Past Two