Текстове на песни: Funeral For A Friend. Serpents In Solitude.

Question, nothing will come of it
Replace, Destroy the parts that never seem to fit
Cancer spreads through the nerve, through the tissue and we burn
Infecting visuals giving nothing in return
Resolutions, they never come
The words come out, like vipers tongues
Diseases spread through the world with no solution and we burn
Infecting everyone they meet until we?re singing the same damned song

I have blood on the brain
I see red like a snake
Clearing way for the armies of out demise

If you want to believe in, believe in something
No holy ghost will change your mind