| Overcome the sickness | |
| of there infected genocide | |
| I'm stuck in this nightmare | |
| we call life | |
| the hailing gunfight | |
| bullets ripping through the night | |
| only in the violence can the cries be heard | |
| rebuild another life | |
| a mass human race | |
| extinct before its born | |
| without a trace | |
| the hailing gunfight | |
| bullets ripping through the night | |
| only in the violence can the cries be heard | |
| the war of demolition | |
| cut the soldiers down | |
| disappearing in the end is useless dying | |
| it makes no fucking difference | |
| far away from the distant dissection | |
| ill take your time away | |
| from this earth and sold back to you | |
| repeating the misquotations | |
| removing morals forcing out negation |