Alba s touto skladbou:
Fiction,
This is a ghost town
We lie on the edges of failure's fled
Lead on by shining faces, levelling extremes
What used to be, our humility is gone
Walk around, with skull and bones
We're living just to die
I see more moments indict of decision
The windows are our lights
It is the only place I know, where death is most alive
It is where truth is turned to lie, where death is most alive
Set flame to the ensnares, we'll pierce their wooden shield
Branded by what claims you
You wear the mark of death
In death and loss and agony, a character defined
Stripped of all the tragedy
What life is left to fight
Go now, until there's nothing left
Go now, the dying has begun
It is the only place I know, where death is most alive
It is where truth is turned to lie, where death is most alive
So I flee from all that is me
To hide behind this pale, dead face
Whatever happened to desire, want and need
Whatever happened to integrity
Imagination is a cause in all of this
Whatever happened was left behind
This is a ghost town
Our bodies scattered in the streets
Go now, to never return
I've seen more pitiful humiliation
That you could never hide
It is the only place I know, where death is most alive
It is where truth is turned to lie, where death is most alive
