Of Weak Intesity Of Sheer Velocity

Silver Boy Gone But He Left His Hand

Happpy To Chain Leave All His Things

Get Right And Heave It

May Be Taste A Few



Disguise Dis All Of You

Violence Try To Make Me Follow

I'm Not A Dog

But Yes I Will

Untell My Visions Clear I'll Not Fith Here

The Last Thing I Need Is Time To Feed