Rather a bastard than a snake, you've left a slick in your wake.
Take stock of the grace you've been given, take note of the tales you'll have told, it's all you'll have, it's all you'll hold, try as you may child you are not your own, not get on.
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!
Pigs
Little Death
Division
Anthem
Where The Arrow Went Out
Mercy
Division
Where The Arrow Went Out
Division
Fucking Fight
Fucking Fight
Dying By Degrees
Dying By Degrees
Bastards
Belly Full Of Hell
Wasted
The Part You Left Out
The Past Two
Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other