son of the morning, prodigy, one of one

we love the martyr but we love the gun

we hate wasted potential, your life just begun

we'll act like we don't know why it's now done

amazing grace is softly sung

prayer weeping make us one

baby brother in black shoes

mommas tears run

dark colors to show there's nothing new under the sun

your parents are mourning uttering an unfollowed warning

the martyrs requiem

we pray heaven takes you in

rock a bye baby he's a deep sleeper

how do you hate death when you love the grim reaper?

they think you're a martyr but i think you're a boy

real coy

teddy bear with green corduroy

seek kill and destroy

american joy