. . . And Your Good Freind Is Your Scapegoat
A Warehouse Full Of Mailbombs, And Not One f**ing Stamp
Ask, Answer
Before
Burn Small Talk To The f**ing Ground
Burn Small Talk To The F*cking Ground
Distortion, Please
Even Slaves Will Be Swimming In The Blood Of The Iron Fist
Everything Left Unsaid In The Last 30 Songs Or So
File Under Hostility
Film Noir's Got Nothing On Us
Flesh Wounds, Target Practice, And How I Became A Statistic
