- S C R E A M I N G . A T . T H E . P R I S O N
- I ' V E . L O C K E D . M Y S E L F . I N T O
- I ' M . S O R R Y . T H A T . I ' M . S T I L L . B R E A T H I N G
- A N D . T H A T . I ' L L . K I L L . A G A I N . . .
- I . U S E D . T O . B E . G O L D E N , A . S A I N T . I N . A . T I M E . O F . S O R R O W
- BUT THE LONELINESS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE, THE TASTE OF FRESH BLOOD PUSHES ME ON