 
Standing by the roadside,
Waiting for the reaper.
I look inside myself,
And fall in even deeper.
Bright light hits the sky;
The sun rises from his bed now.
I step away from the pavement,
To face the road ahead now.
What am I looking for?
I'm looking for myself,
But I keep on finding someone else.
I'm a creation of my morbid fantasy.
A thousand dreams rolled into one,
To satisfy my greed.
What am I looking for?
I'm looking for myself,
But I keep on finding someone else.
| 1 | Cop Chase | 
| 2 | Princess Of Low Lighting | 
| 3 | Omega Man | 
| 4 | Ghost House | 
| 5 | She Was | 
| 6 | Lay Down | 
| 7 | Cujo's A Cop Killer (This Isn't Filler) | 
| 8 | Mars Attacks |