Hoarse From The Get Go - Cowards

I Retreat In Myself

But Not Away From You

I’ll it Amidst You All

I’ll Sit And Watch You Fall

And I’ll Send To Know

For Whom The Bell Tolls

And His Name That Sat On Him

Is Not For You To Know

And His Name That Sat On Him

But I Followed With Him

I Am This Island

You Wish Wouldn’t ExistNeither Brother Nor Son

Father To Your Tears

To Your Strife

Friend To Your Fears

And His Name That Sat On Him

Is Not For You To Know

And His Name That Sat On Him

But I Followed With Him

Hoarse From The Get Go

Washed Away

Clean

The Great Whore

Calls My Name

In Her Wet Dreams

In Her Wet Dreams

I’ll Stand There And Sow You, Ripe