| Song | Organized Chaos |
| Artist | Benediction |
| Album | Organised Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Abstract anger, the hateful game | |
| Injecting drugs of chaos again | |
| A stand-up addict, | |
| I cannot control | |
| A seething mass, and it's all falling down | |
| Relative, isolated | |
| Some great truth unfound | |
| Cruelty, unhealthy obsession | |
| Nihilism screams – **** the world! | |
| New breed! | |
| Where is the new breed? | |
| One more shot, a last cigarette... ...for tomorrow we die | |
| Existence as punishment | |
| Unspeakable, unthinkable belief | |
| So jack up and wither | |
| In your pretext vortex | |
| Maggot addict, on the floor again | |
| It is yours to undercome | |
| Mislocated, the place, the wrong time | |
| Sinews ripped by talons | |
| Filthy, broken, inadequate | |
| Feel the worms under your skin | |
| New breed... | |
| Here is your new breed of spite! | |
| Derision, | |
| I hear the laugh | |
| A worm is in your gust, writhing | |
| Effacing the face of disgust | |
| I have nothing to lose | |
| I will gave as | |
| I have received | |
| No second hand justice hare | |
| The shattered empire of the real | |
| Dystopic nightmare is born again | |
| Exorcise the demon | |
| Abandon all hope, ye who enter her | |
| Terrifying eyes, they see too much | |
| Alone, sweating, madness, fear | |
| An image of abject suffering | |
| Never to flourish, never to grow | |
| Toiling in the darkness | |
| Kneel and scrape in the dirt | |
| Articulate such misery | |
| Wretched feculent hole | |
| A tearstained smile, a glimmer of hope | |
| Crushed like all the rest | |
| New breed | |
| Where is the new breed...? |
| Abstract anger, the hateful game | |
| Injecting drugs of chaos again | |
| A standup addict, | |
| I cannot control | |
| A seething mass, and it' s all falling down | |
| Relative, isolated | |
| Some great truth unfound | |
| Cruelty, unhealthy obsession | |
| Nihilism screams the world! | |
| New breed! | |
| Where is the new breed? | |
| One more shot, a last cigarette... ... for tomorrow we die | |
| Existence as punishment | |
| Unspeakable, unthinkable belief | |
| So jack up and wither | |
| In your pretext vortex | |
| Maggot addict, on the floor again | |
| It is yours to undercome | |
| Mislocated, the place, the wrong time | |
| Sinews ripped by talons | |
| Filthy, broken, inadequate | |
| Feel the worms under your skin | |
| New breed... | |
| Here is your new breed of spite! | |
| Derision, | |
| I hear the laugh | |
| A worm is in your gust, writhing | |
| Effacing the face of disgust | |
| I have nothing to lose | |
| I will gave as | |
| I have received | |
| No second hand justice hare | |
| The shattered empire of the real | |
| Dystopic nightmare is born again | |
| Exorcise the demon | |
| Abandon all hope, ye who enter her | |
| Terrifying eyes, they see too much | |
| Alone, sweating, madness, fear | |
| An image of abject suffering | |
| Never to flourish, never to grow | |
| Toiling in the darkness | |
| Kneel and scrape in the dirt | |
| Articulate such misery | |
| Wretched feculent hole | |
| A tearstained smile, a glimmer of hope | |
| Crushed like all the rest | |
| New breed | |
| Where is the new breed...? |
| Abstract anger, the hateful game | |
| Injecting drugs of chaos again | |
| A standup addict, | |
| I cannot control | |
| A seething mass, and it' s all falling down | |
| Relative, isolated | |
| Some great truth unfound | |
| Cruelty, unhealthy obsession | |
| Nihilism screams the world! | |
| New breed! | |
| Where is the new breed? | |
| One more shot, a last cigarette... ... for tomorrow we die | |
| Existence as punishment | |
| Unspeakable, unthinkable belief | |
| So jack up and wither | |
| In your pretext vortex | |
| Maggot addict, on the floor again | |
| It is yours to undercome | |
| Mislocated, the place, the wrong time | |
| Sinews ripped by talons | |
| Filthy, broken, inadequate | |
| Feel the worms under your skin | |
| New breed... | |
| Here is your new breed of spite! | |
| Derision, | |
| I hear the laugh | |
| A worm is in your gust, writhing | |
| Effacing the face of disgust | |
| I have nothing to lose | |
| I will gave as | |
| I have received | |
| No second hand justice hare | |
| The shattered empire of the real | |
| Dystopic nightmare is born again | |
| Exorcise the demon | |
| Abandon all hope, ye who enter her | |
| Terrifying eyes, they see too much | |
| Alone, sweating, madness, fear | |
| An image of abject suffering | |
| Never to flourish, never to grow | |
| Toiling in the darkness | |
| Kneel and scrape in the dirt | |
| Articulate such misery | |
| Wretched feculent hole | |
| A tearstained smile, a glimmer of hope | |
| Crushed like all the rest | |
| New breed | |
| Where is the new breed...? |