When the razors break in us it's time to give in
With a feast of wood and dust, a diet of glass, contort, distort
Why am I so attracted to the dangerous relationships
So false and cinematic? for I belong it seems nowhere,
Slowly imploding, so delicate, with all the answers inside out
My time at war with myself
I wish I could touch my shin with my knees I don't have any joints in my legs, my fingernails start at my ankles and wrists
How could you recognise me wounded,
I thought I had covered it up. Di, dice, die, dice
| 1 | Rubber Lover |
| 2 | Je Suis Un Funky Homme |
| 3 | Kid Gloves |
| 4 | Everybody Dance |
| 5 | Demon |
| 6 | An Egyptian And An Imposter |
| 7 | A Curse And A Coyote |
| 8 | Erotic Robotic |
| 9 | An Eagle And An Eye |
| 10 | The Beaver And The Rabbit |