Cold and alone, in the vineyard he lies
Stained and all broken, the nightingale dies
Looking from your window, I can see the snow
Freezing cold, grinding to a halt
On stonecold gravel, freeze alone
Turning away from the wasted hours
Turning away from the wasted years
| 1 | Flesh |
| 2 | Colonial Discharge |
| 3 | Neurobeat |
| 4 | Scandinavian Bellydance |
| 5 | Arsenic On The Rocks |
| 6 | Drinking Sand |
| 7 | Ballistic Statues |
| 8 | The Last Wave |
| 9 | Roll With The Punches |