Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Moist, It never happened, never will
It's not a memory
There's no way
By Moist, I'm walking this railings edgeJust to feel this goodAnd freaky
By Moist, Quarter slot, the pictures hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering
By Moist, I want I want I wanted to...You came to grind
By Moist, Who better than me
Fall into be seen
Draw fire and then
Pray
By Moist, You came to rape me of my intellect
I gave you
By Moist, Close your eyes, your Christ has come
The crippled boy that
By Moist, I came screaming down the highway
Looking for a place to