1. 1.
    (bkz: Urban Discipline) (bkz: biohazard)

    i sit and pick my brain each night
    With an axe in my hand held tight
    Bity my nose to spite my face
    Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race
    Wallowing in neck-deep misery
    Quicksand dissent, pressure free
    Deepest wounds are self inflicted
    Should I hope to be vincited

    Always alone, society's abortion
    Self mutilation, the daily partion
    Resentful past breeds hopeful future
    With tears of blood, I remove the sutures

    Dying inside, emotions they hide
    Irreperable damage from the tears that I've cried
    I climb from the sewer, the years that I have
    spent
    Self mutilation or my environment

    Tears of Blood, Tears of Blood
    I cry, I cry
    Tears of Blood, Tears of Blood
    I die

    Deny myself for fear of being
    Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating
    Lying here just self defeating
    My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding
    Twisted anger screams my brain
    Over the edge, I hang in pain
    Mouth locked shut my mind won't swallow
    With tears of blood alone I wallow

    No one to blame except myself
    What you call masochism I call wealth
    Maybe its just a matter of pride
    Too sweet to end with suicide

    Peel the scub, pour salt in the wound
    Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed
    Looking east and west each and every moon
    A peaceful rest comes somebody soon

    No one to blame expect myself
    What you call masochism I call wealth
    Is death life and do we live in hell?
    ... dolayli zarf tumleci
  2. 2.
    destruction ın konserlerinde sıkça çaldığı oynak bir riff ve akılda kalıcı bir nakarata sahip parça.
    ... disco inferno