 
The stars could be ending in all oblivion
but if i, was in your arms 
your eyes would be my salvation 
i turn and befriend this cancerous silence 
in hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground 
the days without you are too long
and the days with you are hardly long enough
she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
with slit wrists 
in a wild dedication i would set this world ablaze 
if only that it would turn your head one more time 
she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim 
with slit wrists 
she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim 
with slit wrists 
hands met hips, heartache met lips 
hands met hips, heartache met lips 
hands met hips, heartache met lips 
hands met hips, heartache met lips
| 1 | Birthed By Architecture | 
| 2 | Smoke It To The Rope | 
| 3 | Boy Gets What He Wants | 
| 4 | Barracuda Capital Of The World | 
| 5 | Great White Zombie | 
| 6 | Spirits |