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