| Do you feel anything at all? | |
| Do you hear steps at the door? | |
| Do you reckon the smell of? | |
| It's life, the dark death binds you | |
| Frightened by your own smell | |
| Bitterness will run you through | |
| Silent, screaming | |
| Turning, twisting the alphabet | |
| Frenetic eyes | |
| Awaiting the answer | |
| Splinters of a poem | |
| Fragments of what you used to be | |
| Habitual and gullible | |
| Run down memoirs is all that's left | |
| Do you wish to sleep? | |
| Do you aim for the shadow? | |
| Do you feel all infected? | |
| It's life, the dark death binds you | |
| Frightened by your own smell | |
| Bitterness will run you through | |
| Silent screaming | |
| Turning, twisting the alphabet | |
| Frenetic eyes | |
| Awaiting the answer | |
| Splinters of a poem | |
| Fragments of what you used to be | |
| Habitual and gullible | |
| Run down memoirs is all that's left | |
| It's the cowardice that pulls you under | |
| And takes you to the end, where it begins | |
| Release the world is waiting on your arrival | |
| Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride | |
| Do you know about atrocity? | |
| Do you know that everybody's gone? | |
| Do you know that you're on your own? | |
| It's life, the dark death binds you | |
| Frightened by your own smell | |
| Bitterness will run you 'round | |
| Silent, screaming | |
| Turning, twisting the alphabet | |
| Frenetic eyes | |
| Awaiting the answer | |
| Splinters of a poem | |
| Fragments of what you used to be | |
| Habitual and gullible | |
| Run down memoirs is all that's left |