Alba s touto skladbou:
Happy Hour!,
In the Never Ending Cirle Where
The Powerless Meet
There Grows a Struggle From The Burden
Of Sustaining Defeat
In The Face Of Every Coward Lies The
Blindest Of Hate
And In The Eyes A Sharpened Image Of
The Damage They Made
You Look At Me To Bear The Burden Of The Suffering Past
It Wasn't Me Behind The Veil
Of A Heartless Mask
And Where Were You The Day That Everybody
Cursed Your Name?
You Were The Distant Voice Of Pride
That Never Stood The Shame
The Weak Of The Mind Will Use Fist
And The Fist Of The Frial Will Bring Gun
The Loudest Of Guns Provoke Bombs
And In The Wrath He Will Chase Untill It's Done
Your History Is Dead
Dead Wrong
Dead! Dead Wrong
Your Philosophy Is Dead
Dead Wrong
Dead! Dead Wrong
Your History Is Dead
Dead Wrong
Dead! Dead Wrong
Your Philosophy Is Dead
Dead Wrong
Dead! Dead Wrong
Within The Mind Of Modern Culture
There's An Idle Cog
It's The Section Of Humanity That Never Forgot
And In The Midst Of Moving Foward We Have Given The Right
To Let The Wolves Attack The Sheep And Bury The Guilt Inside
I Won't Forget The Twisted Picture Of The Filth You Were
Or Disregard The The Faded Voices Of The People We Hurt
But I Never Was Pulling Triggers Or Disregarding Your Face
Don't Look At Me To Give The Reason For The Pain You Trace
The Weak Of The Mind Will Use Fist
And The Fist Of The Frial Will Bring Gun
The Loudest Of Guns Provoke Bombs
And In The Wrath He Will Chase Untill It's Done
Your History Is Dead
Dead Wrong
Dead! Dead Wrong
Your Philosophy Is Dead
Dead Wrong
Dead! Dead Wrong
Your History Is Dead
Dead Wrong
Dead! Dead Wrong
Your Philosophy Is Dead
Dead Wrong
Dead! Dead Wrong
The Scars Outlive The Pain
Reflections Will Remain
The Scars Outlive The Pain
Reflections Will Remain
The Scars Outlive The Pain
Reflections Will Remain
The Scars Outlive The Pain
Your Sickness Will Remain
Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong! Dead! Dead Wrong!
