| Gag on ash dust |
| Orange clouds loom in the summer’s frozen chill |
| Winding down, grinding down |
| As our snowballing karma begins to titan |
| Apocalypse upon us |
| Emptiness is our end |
| Emptiness |
| Legions of dark divide and surround |
| Coming from all parts of this forsaken town |
| And how to you keep from laughing |
| When you tell me it’s alright |
| And why do you keep from weeping |
| When you tell me we will see tomorrow |
| So easily depressed |
| So deeply obsessed |
| Worthless we’ve succumb |
| Meaningless you’ve all become |
| So much freedom in carelessness |
| Everything is in the palm of our sweaty paws |
| Rust to dust, fool proof solutions that draw flies |
| Oh how your legs tire |
| Muscels seize and bones crumble |
| But the urge to run carries on |
| The fire in your eyes rips through the streets |
| My taste for it has soured |
| Dead to the world am I |
| Cause I never had faith in your kind |
| Will you still hide your face when he is standing at your back door |
| When he is sulking through your kitchen |
| Till he is scratching under your bed |
| Closer than you think |
| We are all nothing |