The Smell Of Your Enemies Fear Is Better Than Fucking

When I Look At You I Start Working Things Out In My Mind II

We All Start Out As Somebody's Angel, Doesn't Mean We End As Such

Running Guns And Drugs In The Depths Of Kowloon (A War Of Premonitions)

I Have No Enemies, I Don't Permit Such A Thing

You Assumed I Was Weak And Now You Are There And I Am Here, Fuck You