I am one of the injured
A tear blurs flesh
Dissolving
Like an injured dog
Like wasted limbs
Get smaller
Pain is the stimulus of pain
But then of course nothing is cured
This is the world now
Move a fin and the world turns
Sit in a chair and pictures change
Try to eat us
And get trapped
Or injured
Just
Blood On The Floor
Still Walking (Heathen Earth Version)
Zyklon B Zombie
Last Exit
Weeping
Discipline (Berlin)
Still Walking
Assume Power Focus
Death Threats
Five Knuckle Shuffle
Slug Bait
Subhuman
Mary Whitehouse
10p For A Pack Of Cigarettes
After Cease To Exist
WHAT A DAY
We Hate You (little Girls)
Last Exit
Distant Dreams (Part Two)
What A Day