Untitled
(Song Has No Name) Look around in our little paradise Taste


You The Death Ballad
Psychotic feelings Sorrow of society Who made this world? Destruction of


(Song Has No Name)
Look around in our little paradise Taste the innocent fruit I'll bomb


Chaos Ego
Hunger, thirst, pain my Veins The horizon keeps on Burning The wind

Thinkin Green - Believe In Grey
Blind identity, trauma contains Simple crime in brutal murders Starring in a


Prisons Of Gore
Bloodred industries Blue sky Moving towards my suicide This is my deathwish


Raped By A Stranger
Confusion seems to be your way My murdering is inconsequential Close your


Identitt
Mindmelting sorrow - The eyes of the blind - See you Everytime