The Witching Hour

We haunt these walls. Stud for stud. Every nook, every cranny. Blood for blood. . The curtain opens as angel takes the floor. . Steady your nerves. Your sleepless nights are about to return.

I'll Make You Famous

I can't decide. All alone and all alive. Right hand in His. The left in mine. . Oh, the things I would do. To hold you one last time. All the things that I would give.

Blood Money

Why Do We Paint the walls of our churches. with the tears of the starving children. Your Genocide establishment. (day by day) You grow more complacent.

From Far Away

Your Soul Is Mine

Very many few can hear me. and if any two come near me. Nothing, Everyone and nary. Find this truly quite Contrary.... . I want to see the light leave your eyes.

Your Demise

let your promise deflate,. As your children grow irate. With life, here inside, say goodbye. In time, you'll have to face up to this. Dying human race machine you prize,.

Xeroxed

Worlds Collide

I fight to sleep. Can't bare but dream. . Handout the children. Into the darkness. The fathers of sinners. The daughters of hate. Handout the darkness.

When Doves Cry

Dig if you will the picture. Of you and I engaged in a kiss. The sweat of your body covers me. Can you my darling?. Can you picture this?. . Dream of you can a courtyard.

We Are The Truth

Hatred growing, breeding. As the armies mount dead and bleeding. Tens of thousands, no concealing. There's a hunger yet no one's eating. . You can promise, but our dream's dead.

Treason

Track 43 (untitled)

BWOMP (remix). . We're Piling It Too High. Talk Not Saying Anything. What We Leave Behind. What We Can't Afford To Keep. There's No Sympathetic Posturing.

Too Much Nothing

Too much nothing. I'm always excusing myself. But now it's getting hard to tell the reason why I even care. Increasingly I'm unaware. Instead of bettering myself I'm crawling deeper in my shell too.

This Cold Reign

Break down the walls. Tear them to pieces. Burn them to ashes. Leave them with scars. . Mine you have become. . No one can help you. And no one is safe.

Thirteen

In a church by the face. He talks about the people going under. Only child knows. . We're lost and crazy. We're lost, lost, crazy. . A man decides after seventy years.

These Filthy Hands

The Wrist

Acting Tragically,. In An Inept Manner. Trying To Act Like. Something Really Mattered. When I Open My Eyes. It's All Gone. Overthrown By Your Children.

The War Inside

How could such potential go unrealized the natives. Speak in tongues and tangled truths while chanting diatribes. Somewhere deep down in the subconscious wrapped in riddles lies.

The New Cult King

In That Dream I Recall. Pieces Of Prisons. I'm Escaping. In The Next Big Religion. I Do The Cross Thing. The Cross Thing. Which Ever Way The Wind Blows.

The Need

Anything you need. I can't be anything you need. Anything you need. Anything you need. . Anything you need. I can't be anything. I can't be anything. I can't be anything you need.