| James | |
| Seven | |
| Mother | |
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| This war's a mother fucker | |
| How many sons will will we kill today | |
| On poors little brother | |
| Tell me what the newsline from the ground | |
| Your love is a killer | |
| Killing all this love in me | |
| We are so full of terror | |
| Viscious kiss, your love is longing deep | |
| Love love love wont starve | |
| You don't | |
| Love love love | |
| Where the anger is hot | |
| Where opinion is deep | |
| Understanding is shot | |
| Is dead, is dead, is dead | |
| Where the linen is cheap | |
| Where the weapons are not | |
| Where all the mothers will be | |
| Is dead, is dead, is dead | |
| Will strike you down | |
| Love love love | |
| Will strike you down | |
| Love love love | |
| We're prone to a torture | |
| I can't take it anymore | |
| On poors little mother | |
| Tell me what the newsline from the ground | |
| Love love love | |
| Love will strike you down | |
| Love love will strike us down |