1. MALICE TO ALICE

What the fuck is happening,
Just another night full of shit,
Close my eyes as tight as I can,
This disease keeps haunting me,
I can't seem to get a wink of rest,
Toss and turn myself from floor to bed,
Slowly slipping in and out of sleep again,
Insomniac, that's what the creatures call me,
It doesn't really help the cause,
Lights out, I toy around and keep turning them on,
How long is this supposed to last
A day, a week, a month, a year,
This night will pass and I ll be here,
Daylight has come and all is clear,
I lie awake in bed,
I can hear you in my head,
Still trying to reason the last thing that you said,
So what was it you meant when you said that this would end
This void you left is killing me,
Wide awake, I can hear the birds now screaming,
Their screams turn into laughter,
My hands cupped tightly around each ear,
Now I wait for what comes after,
End my life from a day, week, month, year,
Night, pass, I m here,
Light, come, all clear.


2. ARTIFICE MARTYRDOM

Who has the right to take away?
What we know is ours
Because we bled for it, we died for it, that's all
Who has an explanation?
Or at least some kind of clue
A line, a quote, a speech, an answer
Our beliefs got us killed and that we knew
Pity seems to speak our name
Bound forever in our misery
Despite it all
It s still an eternal blasphemy
Take the time to think it through
Will we really find something true
That goes to show we're worthless, useless
Derelict with no restraint
Take us out into the pit
Enticing is the pain
And yet we slave to follow shit
My rage personified
It s dominating, humiliating
Your method of torture
You have nothing on me
You have nothing on us
You have nothing on them
Now your loss is a must
Derelict with no restraint
Take us out into the pit
Enticing is the pain
And yet we slave to follow shit
I hate you
You hate me
We all fall for the same beliefs
My rage personified
It's dominating, humiliating
your method of torture
You have nothing on me
You have nothing on us
You have nothing on them
Now your loss is a must
I feel nothing, no remorse
For your decomposing corpse
Take a glance at hopelessness
Forget that you will ever have a chance
For all of these things
I'm not the least bit sorry
Because I've learned what was needed of me


3. MR. SPITZER

Wake up; it's the start of a new day
Pull out your Monday s best
Make sure that your tie's on straight

What is it you stand for?
Nothing here seems to make sense
You've been called in on your day off

You step downstairs
Don't even look at your breakfast plate
Kiss your wife and child goodbye
It's the same old story
Again, you step foot outside of those doors
Keys in, the ignition as you pull out

65 on 25, you're almost at the gate,
Bottoms Up calls at your pockets,
You can hardly wait,

What is it you stand for?
Nothing here seems to make sense,
You've been called in on your day off,

Decide where to hide, in the back of the club,
Spend all your hard earned cash on the whores and the sluts,
You're sick,
You re cursed,
You will lose it all,

You've committed yourself to a lifetime of mistrust,
Left your life at home with the ones you should love,
The more you abuse the game,
The more you'll shortly lose,
Now time to decide which side of it all
Do you choose?

The night's still young,
he's holding his piece on the side,
His reservation has been set,
a brothel in which they can hide,
Tonight's the night,
he gives her all that she urges for,
A 20 turns to 40 and still he strives to give her more,

What is it you stand for,
Nothing here seems to make sense,
You've been called in on your day off,

Decide where to hide, in the back of the club,
Spend all your hard earned cash on the whores and the sluts,
You're sick,
You re cursed,
You will loose it all,

You've committed yourself to a lifetime of mistrust,
Left your life at home with the ones you should love,
The more you abuse the game, the more you'll shortly lose,
Now time to decide which side of it all
Do you choose?

What a wonderful way to start off a Monday morning,
Out all day,
The spotlight is on and now you're the media's darling,

What's the problem?
You made history,
Now make your bed and sleep in it,

Decide where to hide, in the back of the club,
Spend all your hard earned cash on the whores and the sluts,
You're sick,
You re cursed,
You will loose it all,

Return to a vacant house on a Tuesday night...