- Bathroom Floor
I saw hell on the bathroom floor
Bleeding, screaming, begging for more
The eyes all rolled back, the whites are solid black gold
You say this is the last time, but I want more
You got strength in numbers
Strength in numbers
Why spread your wings if there's no one watching?
- Cornered
Cornered
Teeth scraped along the walls
Jaw frantic in protest
Scarred hands jerk like last breath on a string
Along the floor,
Spilled eyes all fixed on a frozen heaven
Staring down black eighty feet through a ripped 'scraper top
Waiting for a hell to rain down from the longest iron wings
- Disease
I live
I love
I take
I give
You chased
This dream
Now I fire
At will
- Dystopia
Conditioned knowledge
Arranged through screens
Controlled emotions
Aligned through dreams
Repressed desires
Maintained by fear
Imprisoned faith
No will to flee
- Exit
Faced the crowd
in a blind mirror
Skull smashed headfirst
Against this wall of inner need
I knew this fall
Would send it all down towards the lights
And they will question once more
From their unscathed towers
- From The Coma-Swept Ruins
I've got an army of one behind the last wall
Fuels the engine in the last room to the right
Meanwhile the hallway is in another past
I had it nailed down to the last future pointed up
My faith's crawling through the vents again
The last time it came down
It felt something like a last rain
- Human
Deluded whispers
Burned out memories reprise
The silent resentment
Sinking over vacant eyes
The skyline ruptures
Past the barriers of sight
Inverting silence
- Scrape The Bullets
Running over Xerox copies of myself
I killed them all, there's really no one left
I wish I wasn't so indifferent
But God put it in a perfect sequence
See the smoke still rising in my rear-view mirror
And I keep telling myself that
They're in hell, I'm in heaven
- Scrape The Bullets From Your Eyes
Running over Xerox copies of myself
I killed them all, there's really no one left
I wish I wasn't so indifferent
But God put it in a perfect sequence
See the smoke still rising in my rear-view mirror
And I keep telling myself that
They're in hell, I'm in heaven
- Start Digging
You have to dig through the cold hard ground
To find people like me
They don't make 'em like this anymore
I'm an obsolete machine
So say goodbye to those empty faces
And run to the fields
And start the digging the cold hard ground
- Survivor
Searchlights
Awake the night
Blasts rip open
Scores of faceless masks
Afterburners
Scorch the charred remains
A shattered dawn
- The Last Excuse
If there is a hell
It filters through its neverending shades of green
And when it turns on those rains
It mutes it all to grey
If there is a hell
Its only life support is an idle screen
But to unplug is to spill a restless world at unset knees
- The Living Dead
Are we the living
Or are we the dead?
Do we keep ticking
Or do we dig graves?
They say it matters
Which path you choose
But we see clearly
That either way we lose