Cold Rod

You're A Little God

Fine Plot

But A Little Odd

Scapegoat

With No Time

And No Bridges Left To Burn

Sweet Rhymes

Never Stop

Sisters

Of A Melting Top

In The Year Of

Running After

The Shape Of Things

That Are Gone

Slices

Of A New Frontier

Calling

For The Engineer

Drowning

In A Pool Of Beer

With No Bridges Left To Burn

I Feel Like A Streetcar

Without Parking Space

Broker

With A Poker Face

Can You Still Smile

At A Lost Trial

With No Bridges Left To Burn ?