Alba s touto skladbou:
The Spaghetti Incident?,
Hot Shots II,
Sun,
See genetics singing out
The face of this race
The work of creation shouting out
Do you see the same or do you see
What's unique
With the Flesh, the Blood, the Bones,
Here come the clones
With all their garbage, with all their splendor
The breath of the spirit
We can never render
No blade identical, no heart impermeable
How can you manufacture the holy spirit
Father bring life to Blood, to Bones,
Here come the clones
With all their garbage, with all their splendor
The breath of the spirit we can never render
The Bodies are inhabited with life,
The son of man
The power in no hierarchy forthcoming
Even the bereft of life will stand
As the trumpet drones raise the bones
Prophesy to light, no man can elevate alone
We're not so different, we're not the same
Hating brother's quality and beauty
Who are we?
Human being's the name
With flesh, with moans
We throw the stones
At all the garbage, and all the splendor
At the spirit and hope that it can render
We fall.
