Alba s touto skladbou:
The Isolation Game,
Fed up with bullshit mind
Castrating lies the more
You preach and the less I wanna hear
'Coz you're one of a kind,
How can you relate with yourself
Sleep well with the sickness that you are
Yeah,
It's you driving me mad so take
Your life miles away from mine
(Miles away from mine, now come on)
Weak and frustrated you all look like
A swarming mass of pathetic
Sick pigs wallowing in lies
Still repressing your instincts
'Till the day you will finally collapse
I don't care,
But don't try to fool me for
I know the sick bastards that you are
We don't need no saviour on a cross no more
I can see what religion brings
When preachers sleep with kids
We ain't craving for a second coming at all
I will not uniform
I'd rather slash my throat
I see right through your
Shell deep down where demons dwell
Despite your lack of sin
You look like shit within
There ain't no saviour
That can save you from yourself
No matter what you'll
Never be free from the beast within
Ages flow lies perpetuate breeding on and on
And the worst part of
All this bullshit has yet to come
We don't need no saviour on a cross no more
I can see what religion brings
When preachers sleep with kids
We ain't craving for a second coming at all
I will not uniform
I'd rather slash my throat
The ravage of war dwells
Inside the hearts of men
Faith ain't but an excuse to
Justify the need to kill
Destiny, falling off the pieces
Terminal, the state of your disease
Same old nails for a new messiah
We don't need no saviour on a cross no more
I can see what religion brings
When preachers sleep with kids
We ain't craving for a second coming at all
I will not uniform
I'd rather slash my throat
