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
Bastards
Bastards
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Wasted
Little Death
Dying By Degrees
Little Death
Dancing On The Face Of The PantherDancing On The Face Of The Panther
Division
Division
Blinders