If death isn't quiet enough,
you should feed your guts what they want
Soon you'll kill all the things I love
I should have went first
I could have been your ghost
Bathers in a cravers tub wash where your rupture starts
Soon I'll kill all the things I love,
Hither and Yon
I'm sleeping it's your turn to race
serene inside we chase to retrace
I'm sleeping it's your turn to face
Whats buried in graves
I never want to wake
1 | Northwind & The Sun |
2 | Suplex Condenser Dispenser |
3 | The Space In-between |
4 | Serotonin |
5 | Bell, Book & Candle |
6 | Frail Heels |
7 | Seasons |
8 | To Dig A Hole |
9 | Kilroy Was Here |