| Mama's revolution has all gone into black | |
| Sin through seven deadly holes, lines up behind your back | |
| I do enjoy your company, we travel in a pack | |
| Bloodstains and scars the badges of the green and black | |
| You and me | |
| Eternity | |
| You and me | |
| Forever we... fly | |
| Hey maybe you're a minute away | |
| You can't get here with nothing to say | |
| And Once you're in, you're never going back | |
| Hey maybe you just don't care | |
| You can't get here and you can't get there | |
| Once you're gone, you're never going back | |
| The green and black | |
| Filthy, little secrets, hide inside your head | |
| Right behind your values, kept until you're dead | |
| I do enjoy the language, nor understand what's said | |
| I fill the holes with madness, green and black and red | |
| Shock | |
| We get to slipping away | |
| You get the breakdown | |
| We get the joke of the day | |
| You get the shakedown | |
| Shock, blind, run and | |
| Give it a play | |
| Load ten ton and | |
| Slipping away | |
| We get the slipping away | |
| But you get the meltdown | |
| Come on slipping away | |
| Give me the breakdown | |
| Slipping away |