Millennium

We've got stars directing our fate. And we're praying it's not too late. Millennium. . Some say that we are players. Some say that we are pawns. But we've been makin' money.

Mutilate

~~~~~~~~~~~~. "Sometimes we have thoughts that are so frightening we can't even admit. to ourselves that we have them.". "Did I torment you, did I perhaps even kill your loved ones? Yes you did.".

Mortal

Modus Operandi

In silence they scream. How needless they suffer. Dying for the freedom. But someone has to pay. . No one hears their agony. The torture and abuse. Simple human dignity.

Mindphaser

Jesus, had days like this. Cyborgs, cybernetic organisms. Machines with living human tissue and programmed to destroy. . The silence is deafening, regression hangs in the air.

Mental Distortion

Maniacal

We're gonna drop this song, 'cause you don't belong. You don't fit the mold so you've been told. You need to play our game and just act the same. 'Cause we won't tolerate any other trait.