Im Kickin Up Trust
In Dust We Put Our Religion
The Coroner's Incision
Cuts A Thousand Ways
Waking Up In A Daze
Pardon The Cliches
But That's How It Happens
You Climb To The Top Of Manhattan
Then You Fall
We'll Let The Pall-Bearers Martyr His Doom.
You Be Consumed By The Entanglement
The Renticular JUstice That I Serve