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
Lost In You
Decontrol
Population Control
The End
Mad
Free Speech For The Dumb
Down And Dirty
End Of Days
Never Again
The More I See
Infected
Meanwhile
You
Grave New World
Killing Yourself To Live
No Return
Infected
Lost In You