Break Down, Turn It Around

Hear The Sound Of Laceration

The Suffocating Devastating Roaring Of Crowds

Dealing With The Same Vile People, Same Old Bores

Get Your Head Caught In Revolving Doors



Perfume, Make-up

It's A Joke

Crucifixion In Stiletto Heels

Muscles And Conversation,

It's A Joke

Hatred Forges Nerves Of Steel



Choke The Days And Drown The Nights



Taking Off The City Harness

Throw Up In The Kitchen Sink

Cut While Shaving, Smashed The Mirror

Longing For Another Drink

Strange Surrounds Always Drive Me Up The Fire Escape