Bring on the slut factor
Reflecting all thats wrong
You call me tear catcher
It's just a fucking song
You aint got nobody
And i aint got nobody too
Give me sleeping pills
Make them in the form of you
I never knew a mission
That i knew i wouldn't fail
The postage stamp reads "love"
And I quit again
NO FUN
His 'n' Hers
No Fun
His N Hers
Blues Singer
Up To Our Lips
I Need Drugs
Hot Air Balloons
Me & My Blasphemy
Red Cuts Through Black Hearts
Sex And Glue
Rains
A Sick Cult
Nazi Rodeo
All My Friends Are Going Death
Now Only Memories Railway Tracks
Queens Without Kings
Aligula
The DNA Will Have Its Say
Some Girls Have All The Fuck