A Disease Is Under My Fingernails


It Stains Me Like A Tattoo





Back On The Rack


Aching With Time


Your Face Is Familiar


From Another Crime





And We Could Swim


We Could Swim


My Little Fishes And Me





Overgrown Senses Prickle And Spark


The Flesh Is In The Palm Of My Hand





Back On The Rack


Love Under Will


Your Face Is Familiar


From Another Kill





A Tongue Explodes Into My Mouth


A Taste Of Coma And Tears





Back On The Rack


My Shape Of Rage


Your Face Is Familiar


From Another Cage





And We Could Swim


We Could Swim


My Little Fishes And Me