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
Why
Population Control
Decontrol
Lost In You
The End
Kept in the Dark
Never Again
Mad
Meet Your Maker
Infected
The More I See
Free Speech For The Dumb
Down And Dirty
Killing Yourself To Live
New World Order
Grave New World
What Do I Get?
Tomorrow Belongs To Us
You