Two Alone In A Sack Of Skin


Playing The Role Of Slave Master Of War


That Is My Lot





Separated But Still United


Bound To Emptiness, Bound To Flesh


That Is My Hell





Penitent Rebel


Riding The Ether Or Grovelling In The Mud


I Know How Little Is The Value


Of That Which Has A Price





Rebellion!


Instinct Is Not The Path Of Man


Rebellion!


Renunciation Is Not The Divine Way





Two Alone In A Sack Of Skin


Playing The Role Of Slave Master Of War


That Is My Lot





Separated But Still United


Bound To Emptiness, Bound To Flesh


Captured And Tortured


I Don't Want This, I Want To Leave





How Can One Go When On Has Already Arrived?


Flight Is An Illusion


And Even Triumph Is Bitter


When Only The Battle Is Counted





I Know How Little Is The Value


Of That Which Has A Price





Rebellion!


Instinct Is Not The Path Of Man


Rebellion!


Renunciation Is Not The Divine Way


Rebellion!