Here we are nowhere.
Surrounded by space.
Angels of ledgends
Have taken our place.
We had deliverance.
The moment passed.
These lost disciples
Are leading at last.
We shout a hymn
To the earth and the birds.
To the lost disciples
Who don't know the words.
Strange collision
Of heaven and hell.
A bastard vision
We know too well.
Our emotions
Are all second-hand.
Belong to an ocean
Misplaced in the sand.
| 1 | Infection |
| 2 | Tell The Lie |
| 3 | Pay The Cobra |
| 4 | Maniac Blues |
| 5 | Kill The Messenger |
| 6 | Detroit Breakdown |
| 7 | Third Time's The Charm |
| 8 | The Fire Next Time |
| 9 | Everyday I Think Of You |
| 10 | Snotgun |