Is It In My Heart
Is It In My Gut
Or A Piece Of Disease
They Haven’t Sliced Out Yet
Flammable State Of Mind
A Crisis Every Time
Wind Hits
The Wet Street
I Can’t Feel Without Trying
A Mind
Perhaps A Soul Unwinding
A Clock That Rolls In One Direction
Crying For
Crying For Your Love
Hiding From
Hiding From
Grow A Face From The Garden Of New Fallen Men
Each One Wilts With The Day Just Like A Flower Of Skin
A Magic Trick Where You Pull A Gun From A Hat
Or Maybe Watch Me Saw Myself In Half
A Mind
Perhaps A Soul Unwinding
A Clock That Rolls In One Direction
Crying For
Crying For Your Love
Hiding From
Hiding From Your Love
A Virus Made Up Of Childish Emotion
A Recycled Valentine
Filled With Dirt And Ribbons
From Me To You
From You To Me
The Opposite
Of Energy