Se Dice Bisonte, No Bùfalo

The Lukewarm

Luxury Of Infancy

Rapid Fire Tollbooth

Thermometer Drinking The Bussness Of Turnstiles

Se Dice Bisonte, No Bùfalo

If Gravity Lulls, I Can Hear The World Pant

Please Heat This Eventually

Lurking About In A Cold Sweat (Held Together By Venom)

Boiling Death Request A Body To Rest Its Head On

La Tirania De La Tradiciòn