| Stood up at a border street | |
| A souped up strut on swollen feet | |
| My loss remembered incomplete | |
| What memory knows I can't repeat | |
| Offered army soul salvation | |
| Sandwich choice of God and nation | |
| Haloed voices, chiselled faces | |
| Fill my head with empty spaces | |
| Out of the breakdown of the whole | |
| Back to the choices on repeat | |
| Out of a life put on hold | |
| Once again a bulldog baby | |
| Classified as cheap and lazy | |
| Inner pity meat mutation | |
| Pay the price for approbation | |
| Welcome to the new dictators | |
| Power, drugs and imitators | |
| Out of the breakdown of the whole | |
| Back to the choices on repeat | |
| Out of a life put on hold | |
| Mother's dressed in alligator | |
| All good children love to hate her | |
| Out of the breakdown of the whole | |
| Back to the choices on repeat | |
| Out of a life put on hold | |
| Into the fallout of belief |