- A Form of Protest
From the inside to the surface
I think we cursed it
We kill the light with the darkness
And we deserve it
Sold our souls they were worthless
Now we're remorseless
We become death incarnate
- French 75
I feel the love up in the air
It’s like a long hard night
No one ever cares
I see the love up in the sky
It’s like a cold rain cloud racing through the night
It slips away
It slips away
- Gemini
Staring from across the way
Won’t you let me come and play?
Stuck, on my mind tonight
I wanna have a look, let me inside
What’s your bedroom like?
Is anyone home? I’ll bring red wine
Won’t you be my first time?
- OxBlood
Welcome to the farm, tonight I run the joint.
Your room’s outside. Play in the dirt.
Roll in the mud. No shirt, no shoes, just greed to cut.
Welcome to the farm tonight.
I run the joint, here’s your new life.
Eat the worm, swallow the flies.
No shirt, no shoes, just appetites.
Amputee, I’m black market Jesus,
- True Love
There’s a hole in my soul
Just like every other night I was getting off alone
My lips were paper white and my blood was coming home
Like an axe into my side I couldn’t numb the pain
Do I beg for my life or tell her she’s latе?
There’s a hole in my soul