Sea of Dead Lyrics

Run Son Run I Expect a Kill Sea of Dead Children Come On The Louis Armstrong of Rock and Roll Losing Usage Built to Improve Paradise Style Conspiracy of Owls It's Only Natural Trial of Affliction and Light Sleeping Every Word in the World Night of the Golden Underground Their Biggest Win

Count Us In Customer's Throat Every Word in the World Gratification to Concrete I Killed a Man Who Looks Like You Miles Under the Skin My Daughter Yes She Knows Night of the Golden Underground No One but I Psychic Pilot Clocks Out