Another morning when I feel more rotten than alive.
The reflection in the mirror across the room shows that I'm just another useless being, head down in a tobacco haze with a bottle of broken dreams in my hand.
I wonder if I was just gone, would anyone miss me?
| 1 | Furtive Monologue | 
| 2 | In the Arms of Perdition | 
| 3 | Compelled to Copulate | 
| 4 | A Fractured Hand | 
| 5 | Bulletproof Scales | 
| 6 | Les Temps | 
| 7 | Poissonnariat | 
| 8 | The Sunset Will Never Charm Us | 
| 9 | Eulogy | 
| 10 | Made Of Glass |