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
Pigs
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
Little Death
The Past Two
Where The Arrow Went Out
Division
The Past Two
Where The Arrow Went Out
Division
Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other
Anthem
Mercy
To All Mothers
Fucking Fight
Fucking Fight
Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other
Leaning The Room
Leaning The Room
To All Mothers
Belly Full Of Hell