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 | Suplex Condenser Dispenser |
| 2 | The Space In-between |
| 3 | Northwind & The Sun |
| 4 | Serotonin |
| 5 | Bell, Book & Candle |
| 6 | Kilroy Was Here |
| 7 | Frail Heels |
| 8 | To Dig A Hole |
| 9 | Seasons |