From old carbon crimes
They'll blow their mines
So quantize the lines
When your yield is 10
Your pumps 11
Chain like the hold
So your soils
Full with only flakes of gold
All your fixtures fold
Signal gone "lucky one"
Saint that day
Gain gave away...in trade
Onomatopoeia
Onomatopoeia
Onomatopoeia
I'm Not A Spy
I'm Not A Spy
You're Not Dead; Lava
You're Not Dead; Lava
Speak Again Twice
Not Without My (Swimmies)
Not Without My (Swimmies)
Speak Again Twice
All Ease
All Ease
Dear Hands
Dear Hands
Like My Plain
Like My Plain
30 Equals
30 Equals
Jesus Extract