| It happened again - just another day | |
| Nothing changes - or gets in the way | |
| Don't turn your back - who can you trust? | |
| No one cares - it's a scattergram of luck | |
| The image taking shape | |
| Fears turn into fate | |
| Living with the wheels we set in motion | |
| Reaping the seeds we sow | |
| Fallen angels destined for destruction | |
| Clinging to the things which we know | |
| One cycle - one big game | |
| Always life and death - placing the blame | |
| Who can decide - where the wheel stops | |
| When nothing changes - it's a scattergram of luck | |
| The image taking shape | |
| Sadly it's too late | |
| Living with the wheels we set in motion | |
| Reaping the seeds we sow | |
| Fallen angels destined for destruction | |
| Clinging to the things which we know | |
| Maybe something is just around the corner | |
| Since nothing has happened yet | |
| Don't follow someone else's vision | |
| Making deals and hedging bets | |
| Living with the wheels we set in motion | |
| Reaping the seeds we sow | |
| Fallen angels destined for destruction | |
| Clinging to the things which we know |