| Title | Artist | Time | |||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | her lips are as sweet as madur | Pityview & secre | 3:13 | ||
| 2 | when the phoenix rises over th | Pityview & secre | 2:54 | ||
| 3 | i had to lay him out cold for | Pityview & secre | 4:14 | ||
| 4 | wounds so fresh like the scent | Pityview & secre | 2:30 | ||
| 5 | burry me right next to him and | Pityview & secre | 2:48 | ||
| 6 | if i die before you, i hope th | Pityview & secre | 2:44 | ||
| 7 | i think she really loved me, b | Pityview & secre | 2:50 | ||
| 8 | i will always guard your side, | Pityview & secre | 2:36 |
