Текстове на песни: The Casket Lottery. March On To Babylon.

Some say just trust in god,
but keep your doors locked.
You may know better. I don't, I know worse...
We are worse.
You've got some nerve,
spreading that word.
Wisdom never seemed so tainted.
Hey, save some for me.
Hey, save yourself.
I'll meet you there.
There was a point before all of this where
you were right,
but you've crossed that line
and its time to come back now.
Come back down