Alba s touto skladbou:
Sick Of Pitch-Black,
Time To Win Vol. I,
Bad conscience
Mixed up with fear
His body on her blanket
So it won't disappear
Endless pots of sorrow
Can't measure the pain
Put sin and hell together
She has got to bear the blame
Insane
I think I go insane
Insane
I think I go insane
Am I dying?
The colours are chased by a grey ray of light
Am I dying?
Monsters have eaten my soul at night
Am I dying?
Your eyes like diamonds in heavy skies
Am I dying?
I lay wide awake 'til the sun does rise
Forgiveness
Can't be planned
Although she's in his arms
Depression's not banned
Insane
I think I go insane
Insane
I think I go insane
Insane
I think I go insane
Insane
I think I go insane
Am I dying?
The colours are chased by a grey ray of light
Am I dying?
Monsters have eaten my soul at night
Am I dying?
Your eyes like diamonds in heavy skies
Am I dying? I lay wide awake 'til the sun does rise
Let's go back
Right to the beginning
Let's go back to the start
I'm gonna cope with my weird life
It can't be that hard
Unhealed wounds and all that oppresses me
I leave it far behind
I gathered strength
I'd find my way out even if I were blind
To all my gods and witches I pray loud
I feel there's something to begin
Despite the mud and dust I crawl off
I'm sure I'll get my time to win
