Mourners Shall Arrive in Horse-Drawn Buggies to...
teach your young ones, teacher...

Murdered By The Truth
My hands are broken, my limbs are barely hanging...

My Dying Prayer
Torment ridden...

My Funeral Song is A Sing Along!
the tears will collect, the memories will reflect...

My Hands Scream Murder, My Heart Bleeds Tragedy
It was all just a big mistake...

My Heart is a Bomb, it Shall Bring Destruction
All hail immorality...

My Heart is a Widow
escaping to the new sun rise at dawn...

My heart shaped bomb
only time will tell of the tales...

Nothing You Ever Wanted
i am your callous...

Of Love, of Compassion, of Satan Himself Falling...
Even The Heaviest of Hearts can Lift up Prayers...

Off at The Wrist
You asked me to obey...

Oh, the perils of mankind
I'm still looking for a sign of life in this grave...