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 |