When I Record An Album I'm Trying

When You Think The Night Has Seen Your Mind, That Inside Your Twisted And Unkind, Let Me Stand To Show That You Are Blind. Please Put Down You Hands Cause I See You. I'll Be You Mirror.

I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed My Father, And My Brother. What Am I To Do?

Valium Would Have Helped That Bash.

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.

Take A Walk On The Wild Side.