Winters Like A Plague

I Fill The Emptiness Inside

With Broken Glass

Johnny's Got His Gun

And Mamma's Still Cleaning Up

The Blood He's Laying In

It's The Long Goodbye



All Thoughts Become A Mirror

Like Anguish Mimicking Me

When It's Cold Here, Mother

I Can See My Breath On The Window

And I Wonder What You Thought Of Me

Don't You Turn Around

And Leave Me Alone

Everyone's Standing Here

But I'm On My Own

Don't You Turn Around

And Leave Me Alone

With My Curse Casted In Chrome

It's The Long Goodbye



Trust Like A Bandage

Ninds Your Head

To The Guillotine And I Know

There's An Empty Space In Your Bed

Where We Used To Sleep

Afraid Of Waking Up Dead

Rest Your Weary Head

Tomorrow We'll Bury

Fallen Gods In Holy Ground

Fifteen Hours Left

'Til The Redeemer Claims

His Tax In Human Souls