Dead Wipe Did Cross Your Skin

Don't Hiss Me With That Scare

Ring Me For The Mess That You're In

You're One With The Open Head

Back To You

Sure, Jack It Over

I Didn't Never Want To Come In This Place

Let Your Little Rag Doll Squeeze On Me

Dead Wipe Runs On My Face

Soaking, I'll Never See It

Simple Now

Over It Now.