歌词
The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope
专辑信息
1.Suicide Through Decay (Demo)
2.Frailty In Numbers (Demo)
3.Deflower
4.Tentacle
5.Yellow Line Transfer
6.Under the Fingernails
7.Elfin
8.Unwitting Valentine
9.Oven
10.Three Second Apocalypse
11.Treblinka
12.Fingers In the Throat
13.My Fellow Vermin
14.Endgame
15.One Funeral Too Many
16.Honeymoon
17.Alcatraz Metaphors
18.Pixie
19.Genital Grinder / Regurgitation of Giblets
20.Burning of Sodom
21.Flesh Upon Gear
22.Higher Forms of Pornography
23.Treblinka
24.Torquemada
25.Exhume To Consume
26.Dark Satellites (Demo)
27.Flag Burner (Demo)
28.Seven and Thirteen
29.Ruination (Demo)
30.Delusional Supremacy
31.Seven and Thirteen (Demo)
32.Frailty In Numbers
33.Delusional Supremacy (Demo)
34.Alcatraz Metaphors
35.Scouring the Wreckage
36.Martyr To the Plague (Demo)
37.Monolith (Demo)
38.Synthetic Utopia (Demo)