Alba s touto skladbou:
The Concealers,
The roots they spread on the face of the land
The seeds are spewing from the mouth of the damned
The love, the light, the words that define
Disgusting mask on those that seek to disguise
Our most basic needs are denied
Our most basic needs are confined
Filled with nothing, burned apart and left to decay
Endless deception preaching the end of days
Hypocrite
You're the one
Procession of the blind
Hypocrite
You're the one
Truth wilting on the vine
The roots, will grow, and take control of the sand
They rupture open from the seams of the land
The blood, the lies, the deception and greed
A message hidden for the blind to recieve
Our most basic needs are denied
Our most basic needs are confined
Filled with nothing, burned apart and left to decay
Endless deception preaching the end of days
Hypocrite
You're the one
Procession of the blind
Hypocrite
You're the one
Truth wilting on the vine
Stand down in the presence and preach my name
Bow down in the desert and crawl in vein
Face down in the desert to burn in flames
Face down in burning flames
Hypocrite
You're the one
Procession of the blind
Hypocrite
You're the one
Truth wilting on the vine
