Blood Combines

Polished Cracks in Porcelain

Against Such Things There Is No Law

The Green Light District

As the Bride Tears Herself Asunder

Thoughts in the Head of a Dying Man

Burning Images, Rational Gun Down

And Everything They Hoped for Finally Turned Out to Be True

With Swelled Fists and Broken Neck

To Die Is Gain

All for the Sake of Myself

Is This the Rise and Fall of the Mohawks

When Renewal Comes to a Darkened Heart