 
I am the one your prophets speak of as a curse
Defile my name among the righteous
The vibe I'm giving out is something you conceive as violation
Cling onto icons made of bone 
I fight your false opinions
Destroy with war of nerve
Grip life and strength within me
Until the pain returns
Rise, Erase
Distort a million reasons to despise
A million hollow outlets for your lies
My degradation your stepping stone
This discharge I can take, immune to poison ideals freeborn 
I fight your false
Redress, reanimate the lifeless wills of men
Rejuvenate as one with strength of ten
To take their place in a sick society
And heal from inside lame, afflicted country torn 
I fight your false...
 
| 1 | For Whose Advantage? | 
| 2 | Dark Enemy | 
| 3 | The Order Of Chaos | 
| 4 | False Ideals | 
| 5 | No Compromise | 
| 6 | Balance Of Power | 
| 7 | Crimes | 
| 8 | A Friend To You | 
| 9 | Pure Thought | 
| 10 | Position Of Security |