- Just 8o Miles West
Just 80 miles west in abandon planes
Deep in within the sand, the nuclear power drains
In a desert of salt and sand,
A chemical reaction raises to land
Your home is in the centre of toxic dump
Saving the treatment for the cancer eating lump
The zion curtain encloses your land
- Orchids in ruin
See the red light reflecting levels
See a structure, a pattern, a change
Action with no theory, theory with no action
Action with no theory, theory with no action
Action with no theory, theory with no action
Action with no theory, theory with no action
Shrouding in the open fields of light
- Sunday Went Mute
Broken window pains, show no reflecting
Pass failed attempts of empty progression
Going back, looking for an old friend
You have found a needle, the time has come again
Tie it off, pull it with some strain,
This will be the final time you tap your vein
Piercing the flesh, the battles inside
The lasting dirt habit, you tried to hide
- The Aftertaste
All of my dreams, have died today
Nothing more left to say
Misery came over today,
She shook my hand and now she on her way
The cracks of time were wearing me thin
The struggle, the battle were about to begin
- Vivid Still Beating
Setting your sails on endless fight
The war planes are cutting through the night
Sirens are screaming, screaming bloody fright
Hide your families out of sight
In a world with crumbling walls
Faintly destruction still calls
Following, still so blind
- Within but not before
The morning was quiet, the air was still
The horizon breaks to the sound of a kill
Dropping the bombs, making sure we were dead
They were filling a void, controlling our head
There’s no commitment to your blind nation
As you so quickly, destroy our creation