Cradling My Stillborn Regret

Present, Even as The Past

An Orgasm of Nails and Shattered Bone

Down The Barrel of God

All the Glory as You Dreadfully Dwell in Piss And Shit

Wilted Like an Autumn Flower

The Gospel of Heroin

Hang The Affluent in All Their False Glory

Then, The Worms Ate My Brain

Feel the Dreadful Finality of Emptiness