| Lyrics | Title | Album |
| A small cloud has fallen, the white mist hits the ground | |
| Pay attention to the cracked streets, and the broken homes. Some call it the slums, some call it nice | |
| I heard you crying loud, all the way across town | |
| Sometimes I give myself the creeps | |
| My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed | |
| Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial | |
| I pledge allegiance to the underworld, one nation under dark | |
| As I stepped to the edge beyond the shadow of a doubt | |
| | Lyrics | Title | Album |
| It's your life, and you can do what you want | |
| Welcome to a new kind of tension, all across the alien nation | |
| I'm the son of rage and love | |
| My shadow's the only one that walks beside me | |
| I'm the patron saint of the denial, with an angel face and a taste for suicidal | |
| Born into Nixon I was raised in hell | |
| A fire burns today, of blasphemy and genocide | |
| Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating? | |
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