Napalm tumbles from the sky
Cries of help, cries of pain
Skin looking like bloody hardened meat
Cries of help, cries of pain
Why
End Of Days
Lost In You
Population Control
Decontrol
The End
Infected
Down And Dirty
Never Again
You
End Of Days
Mad
Meet Your Maker
Meanwhile
Beginning Of The End
Grave New World
The More I See
Free Speech For The Dumb
New World Order
Exiled In Hell