Pasta Machine Broke Down


By The Weed In The Field


I Get So Nice


When I See Angels Face





I Will Sip The Wine


Of All The Tears You Cry


Feel For Me


Sympathy


The Kind That We All Need





Crimson Handed Fiend


Of Hate Strokes The Soul Of All


Saints Cannot Flee


The Strength Of The Call


We Just Carry On


As If We Know All That Is Wrong





Feel For Me


Sympathy


The Kind That We All Need





Placid Perspective Straight


Losing Hope Postponing Fate


Synchronise Incarcerate


Let Them Eat I Can Hate





I Can Say Nothing New


Despite The Doves That Flew





Feel For Me


Sympathy


The Kind That We All Need





Crimson Handed Fiend


Of Hate Strokes The Soul Of All


Saints Cannot Flee


The Strength Of The Call


We Just Carry On


As If We Know All That Is Wrong





Feel For Me


Sympathy


The Kind That We All Need