1.When We Pray
Lyricist：Warrel Dane, Peter Wichers
Is it insane to think the world could change？
Just look at how far that we have fallen
I am a slave, I feed the fire, I am a pawn
Within this world gone so wrong
If your enemy looked you in the eyes
Would you pull the switch？
Would you suffer for your chosen victim？
Or justify your will to feed the rich？
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed？
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
Look at the game that we have chosen
Is it so wrong that we all want the death bombs？
I am a slave, I feed the fire, I am a pawn
Within this world gone so wrong
If your finger was above the trigger would it itch？
With eyes cut out the path is cold and resistant
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed？
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
The world is dark and the world is gray
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
There were times when I was feeling down
And I was on the edge
The world is ruled by fools and thieves
With a flair for power and a taste for greed
Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed？
Because nothing ever changes when we pray
2.Messenger
I'm the one you called a liar
I'm the lamb who slayed the lion
Crawl upon your cross again
Play the victim till the end
What you've gained is nothingness
What you've learned is useless
You play the Martyr
Crawl upon your cross again
Always the victim but it's all inside your head
Dark are those that lie to lovers
Your father's past the weakest cover
Perched upon your soiled throne
Cast your sticks I'll throw stones
Envy and Lust will drown you
Just look around you
You play the Martyr
Crawl upon your cross again
Always the victim but it's all inside your head
Remembering days we felt we were chosen
Those were the days
When the hunger was all that we had
Can't take back the past
Can't heal the wounds
No one can rescue your faded ideals
All that remains
Are scars of a wasted youth
You play the Martyr
Crawl upon your cross again
Always the victim but it's all inside your head
When will you ever learn
To trust another, my friend
Just play the Martyr
Till the world stands to its end
3.Obey
Lyricist：Warrel Dane, Peter Wichers
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we're all insane
The end is near, the drug is fear
Obey these words and believe me
Puppets play your game
Useless faith or poisoned veins
Follow me blindly into oblivion
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we're all insane
The doom sayers, the clock-watchers
Control your fate for their needs
When bullets are a legal drug
Murder is the ultimate rush
Society will punish you, is it wrong to execute？
When will the powerful learn to understand？
When we slit our wrists the same blood
Falls into the sand
Useless faith and numbered days
The end is near, we're all insane
4.Lucretia My Reflection
Lyricist：Andrew Eldritch
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down
I hear the empire down
I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed
Get down, get undressed
We get pretty but you and me
We got the kingdom, we got the key
We got the empire, now as then
We don't doubt, we don't take direction
Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Love lost, fire at will
Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear
Dive, bombers and empire down
I hear the empire down
I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed
Get down, get undressed
We get pretty but you and me
We got the kingdom, we got the key
We got the empire, now as then
We don't doubt, we don't take direction
Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me
We look hard, we look through
We look hard to see for real
Such things I hear, they don't make sense
I don't see much evidence
I don't feel, I don't feel, I don't feel
I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed
Get down, get undressed
We get pretty but you and me
We got the kingdom, we got the key
We got the empire, now as then
We don't doubt, we don't take direction
Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me
A long train held up by page on page
A hard reign held up by rage
Once a railroad now it's done
The empire has begun
5.Let You Down
Lyricist：Warrel Dane, Peter Wichers
And the parasites
That call themselves the pretty ones
Licked their lips acknowledging the suffering
They had created and yet felt no remorse
In between the quiet space
Of cold defense and misplaced selfish rage
I blame defiantly not like the others that came before
We are the ones who can change
I love to let you down
I love to wear this foolish crown
Of suffering and empty dignity
For your deity has abandoned me such is vanity
The withered parasites are slandering
The walls of truth, the wise can see them fall
To attain enlightenment
The change is whispered on the winds of unjust war
I love to let you down
I love to wear this foolish crown
Of suffering and empty dignity
For your deity has abandoned me such is vanity
Not like the others that came before
We are the ones who can change
Not like the hatred that falls away
Treading the silence again
I love to let you down
I love to wear this foolish crown
Of suffering and empty dignity
For your deity has abandoned me such is vanity
Not like the others that came before
We are the ones who can change
6.August
Lyricist：Warrel George Baker, Matthew Wicklund
It was the spring when we met our renewal
And all around us was madness and ruin
As if awaiting it's prey
The ascending melee pulled the sun down
In August we laid her down
In August we gave her to the ground
One last kiss, her last wish
Was that this moment would last forever
In August we laid her down
In August we gave her to the ground
Torn away, torn in two
Destiny, where are you？
It was the spring when we met our renewal
And all around us was madness and ruin
It was the spring when we met our denial, it was the spring
In August we laid her down
In August we laid her down
In August we gave her to the ground
One last kiss, her last wish
Was that this moment would last forever
In August we laid her down
In August we gave her to the ground
7.Your Chosen Misery
Lyricist：Warrel Dane, Peter Wichers
When the ones you love have let you down
Feel failure and wear the fool's crown
Remember still there is a blessing
Within the hardest lesson
You self serving arrogant sycophant
Your selfish acts thoughtless tasks and livid rants
Every time you want to make the world go away
Just take an injection of your chosen misery
And when I fall
I have the strength to learn the steps
And crawl into the pain
Sometimes the mirror is cruel
If your mother gave the lesson
Never waste the truth
You self serving arrogant sycophant
Your selfish acts thoughtless tasks and livid rants
Every time you want to make the world go away
Just take an injection of your chosen misery
Yesterday was plagued with rain
Like seven drops of velvet pain
Hail yesterday
Thursday was the day of sin
Friday silent hell began
Hail yesterday
Saturday was plagued with rain
I played the jester perfectly, hail yesterday
Sunday never came to mind
I played the jester perfectly when misery delivered me
Monday's afterthought was blind
I played the jester perfectly, hail yesterday
Tuesday stole the show
I played the jester perfectly when misery delivered me
Hail yesterday
Hail yesterday
Tuesday stole the show
When Wednesday killed the golden crow
8.The Day The Rats Went To War
Blind are the hypocrites the lizards drunk with power
Through idiosyncrasies and blasphemy
The world will be devoured
While the poor men die the rich men sing
Monetary praises to the war machine
The rats scream for change and equality
While the mechanics of power stain humanity
I am the new breed
The bastard of Adam's seed
While the poor men die the rich men sing
Monetary praises to the war machine
The day the rats went to war
The union of mutiny spread throughout the moors
The day the rats went to war
First you take a hypocrite and give him ultimate power
While the poor men die the rich men sing
Monetary praises to the war machine
The day the rats went to war
The union of mutiny spread throughout the moors
The day the rats went to war
9.Brother
Lyricist：Warrel Dane, Peter Leo Wichers
Brother, you were never there for me
When the children needed peace you disgraced both families
Brother, you were never there for me
When my father died I thought that you would take my hand
You said I was just too young
Sister, I can tell you all the love I have for you
Our mother sleeps in silent peace because your love was pure
But brother, you were never there for me
When my father died I thought that you would take my hand
You said I was just too young
If I could erase one moment of pain
I'd throw away everything, even fame
If I could play God do you know what I'd do？
I'd swim through your blood and kill the cancer in you
Brother, you were never there for me
I was just too young, now I've grown and I can see
That brother, you were never there for me
When my father died I thought that you would take my hand
You said I was just too young
If I could play God
I'd swim through your blood and kill the cancer in you
My brother
10.Patterns
(Paul Simon cover)
The night sets softly with the hush of falling leaves
Casting shivering shadows on the houses through the trees
And the light from the street lamp paints a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a puzzle or a child's uneven scrawl
Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow little room
As I lie upon my bed in the early evening gloom
Impaled on my wall my eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life and the puzzle that is me
From the moment of my birth to the instant of my death
There are patters I must follow just as I must breathe each
breath
Like a rat in a maze the path before me lies
And the pattern never alters until the rat dies
And the pattern still remains on the wall when darkness fell
And it's fitting that it should for in darkness I must dwell
Like the colour of my skin or the day that I grow old
My life was made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled
11.This Old Man
Lyricist：Warrel Dane, Peter Wichers
I remember this old man
And the wisdom he shared with me
Upon his knee I'd listen
I remember words he spoke
And the look behind his quiet eyes
In silent bliss life gives little lessons
He spun tales of worlds unseen
Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams
He lived his life again just for me
He raised children to be strong
They flew into the city lights, such busy lives
He wished they'd visit home
I will remember the words of this old man
Until my dying day
It took his death to bring them home
To the empty rooms where they had grown
Where he died alone
And they buried him next to his bride
I held her hand as my mother cried
Just a child of five, now I understand
Now I understand the words of this old man
12.Equilibrium
Lyricist：Warrel George Baker, Matthew Wicklund
These are the days when we celebrate host and parasite
Bold are the words of the cold unfeeling neophyte
I live in a sick world without balance or sense of reality
In a fractured moment we are torn into the fragments
Of a sick world without equilibrium
I can't erase the past, I can't erase today
Please take it all away
I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world
Please take it all away
Why do we live within these season of wither？
Why does the hopelessness take control？
In a fractured moment we are torn into the fragments
Of a sick world without equilibrium
I can't erase the past, I can't erase today
Please take it all away
I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world
Please take it all away
Slowly fading we lose control
Slowly decaying, losing all
I can't erase the past, I can't erase today
Please take it all away
I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world
Please take it all away
13.Everything Is Fading
Everything is fading
Nothing left to follow
Everyone repeats the words
Empty and shallow
All our love has become
A mere liquid analogy
Of our recycled fragile entities
When god took his holiday
He let civilization rot
Away slowly
Color me unuseful
When you color me away
Everything is fading
Nothing left to follow
Everyone repeats the words
Empty and shallow
Everybody stand in line
And take the poison
The poison tastes divine
When god took his holiday
He let civilization rot
Away intentionally
Color me unuseful
When you color me away
All our love has become
Emptiness
Everything is fading
Nothing left to follow
Everyone repeats the words
Empty and shallow
Everybody stand in line
And take the poison
The poison tastes divine
All our love has become
Emptiness, nothingness, uselessness
Everything is fading
Nothing left to follow
Everyone repeats the words
Empty and shallow
Everything is fading
Nothing left to follow
Everyone repeats the words
Empty and shallow
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