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 |