The Self-inflicted State Of Mind

A One-man Struggle Beneath The Tower

I Think The Clock Still Exist

God Just Forgot To Tap My Shoulder



I Woke Up Today

I Wish I Felt Something

The Odour Of My Apathy

Just Might Be True



I Wan't To Be The Things I See

The Pilgrim That Is Me

But I Know I Ain't That Free

The Suburban Me



Spirits Rise And Miss The Eye

Covered By The Stench Of Judgment

As Gods Reflection Test My Pride

I Serve The Failure That's Haunting Me



Twisted Visions Toturing

Who Claims To Be The One?

That Filtered Smile

Just Might Be True



"On Half-speed, Tonight I Suffer

Satisfaction Brings The Unheeded"



Can You Hear The Message,

As I Wrestle With The Clouds?

I'm On The Way To Succumb,

It Just Might Be True