Из альбома: The Tenth Sub Level of Suicide
Your self-extinction
Suicide be thy name
Horrors blind to the dove
Shit on your blind and
Feeble innocence
Hovering over your false courage
Ghost hope and spent charity
Clinging to human frailty
Forces grind into your dove
A faith is lost you bring
With your scriptures
And when you kill yourself
Come visit me
Many spirits gather here.