Now I Feel It Again


It's The Old Silent Friend


Having A Feast In My Lungs





Every Now Every Then


There's A Tickle Within


And It Scares Me To Death





You Have Heard It All Before


You Don't Want To Hear No More


'cause You Know Which Way It Goes





On My Cold Bathroom Floor


I Lay Down 'till I'm Sore


Pouring Mud On My Skin





'cause I Feel It Again


It's The Old Cytoid Friend


May He Choke In The Mud





You Have Heard It All Before..