We Are The Lust
Hold A Knife, Blooded
To The Throat Of Love
Hold The Knife Blooded
To The Throat Of Love
Hold A Bloodied Knife
To The Throat Of Love
We Are The Lust
That Comes From Nothing
We Are The Lust
As They Turn To Dust
As They Ground To Dust
A Crown Of Tears
We Are The Lust
We Are The Lust
That Comes From Nothing
