Alba s touto skladbou:
Stranger Than Fiction,
Epidemic,
Individuals run for cover,
For the multitudes of thoughtless clones
Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass.
Individuals hide in fear,
Under cover, sheltered by the wafer thin
Veil of intelligence, thin veil of intelligence.
Individuals, nowhere to be seen.
Urbana is oozing,
Like a bloated carcass, with maggots,
Cooking in the desert heat, cooking in the desert heat
Oozing, with progeny writhing and desperate for input from
Someone more determined, someone more determined.
Congregating in invisible circles,
Half a part and half apart,
All too aware of the insignificance,
Pushing on with soul and heart.
Individuals don't pray for forgiveness,
When pinned up against the wall,
Under siege of persecution, under seige of persecution.
Individuals command exception, and accept dichotomy,
Maybe you can't choose anymore, maybe you can't choose anymore
Procreation without gain or purpose,
Languid wills and torped minds,
Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time
You take yours and I'll keep mine.
Individual.
