- Blood In The Gears
The gun and the tongue do the job just the same,
And under the knife you will cry my name
Impale, the reaper prevails and drags you from a cursed earth
Erased, easily replaced, another suicidal gear
Dream death, suicide nation
Blood in the gears, suicide scream
Dream death, suicide nation
- Carry On My Wayward Son
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
- Diggin' My Own Grave
Whatever thrills you, takes your place
Who's gonna kiss you, with no face?
Who tried to kill you, what's his name?
Look in the mirror, can't escape
Cause I'm diggin' my own grave
And I'm diggin' my own grave
- Spitting in the Wind
She slides
Alive like a picture come unbound
And when you dance the world could never let you down
Alive yeah
You dance and your feet outstrip the ground
And you come undone
When you come around
- The Crooked Path
You need a house
You need a yard
You need a wife
You need a car
- The Man Named Hell
Through the mouth of Hell we rise
Leather up and grab your axe
There's no better time to die
Scale the walls, destroy the doors
No respect for the demon's cry
No fury like mine
Hell, Hell hath dominion of air and sky