Countless hours, turning into, countless days
A doubtful outlook...
Digging from my grave, that's my home actually
Sick and angry for no reason at all
Falling into Manson's thrall...
Charlie's stare will draw you in
A god reborn? A total clown?
Now the truth...a five-six joke?
Or was he the one?
I can't change the exposed truth
God is gone, and never was, never will, never has been
Thoughts prevoke, a disgusting sight
If this is real? Or a chemical life?
Digging from my grave, that's my home actually
Sick and angry for no reason at all
Falling into Manson's thrall...
Charlie's stare will draw you in
A god reborn? A total clown?
Now the truth...a five-six joke?
Or was he the one?
I can't change the exposed truth
God is gone, and never was, never will, never has been
| 1 | Ozena |
| 2 | Waiting For The Turning Point |
| 3 | Personal Insult |
| 4 | Everyone Hates Everyone |
| 5 | The Destruction Of A Person |
| 6 | The Introvert |
| 7 | Introvert |
| 8 | It Takes No Guts |
| 9 | Drug Your Love |
| 10 | Death Threat |