The mysteries

Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace

I Don't Know Where I Am
 I'm Dancing In My Corpse
 I Don't Remember Anything
 I'm Wearing Your Flesh
 Your Flesh Is My Face
 I Love Your Face
 I Wrap Your Flesh Around My Face
 When I Wear Your Flesh I Love Myself
 When I Wear Your Flesh I Love Face
 I Wrap Your Flesh Around My Flesh
 Then I Love My Flesh
 I Love Your Face
 All I Can Do Is Kill
 All I Can Do Is Kill
 I Love Your Flesh Around Me...