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
All My Friends Are Going Death
Me & My Blasphemy
I Need Drugs
Rains
Nazi Rodeo
Hot Air Balloons
Aligula
The DNA Will Have Its Say
Blues Singer
Some Girls Have All The Fuck
Red Cuts Through Black Hearts
Now Only Memories Railway Tracks
Queens Without Kings
A Sick Cult
Gonna Set My Soul On Fire
Sex And Glue