آهنگ: Anarchy Club. The Art Of War. Get Clean.

The numbers on my wrist
say I'm a cog in the machine
and the sign above the front gate
tells me work will set me free
I'm sleeping on this mattress
stained by men who've died before
There's a hole inside my broken heart
And locks on all the doors

Get Clean

All together now
1-2-3
Don't be scared
Just stand with me
Hold my hand, try not to breathe
All together now

I shovel dirt on bodies
From a pile too big to burn
I recognize a childhood friend
who tells me that my turn
is coming like the winter winds
that chill me to the bone
In chambers dense with screams and tears
We all still die alone

Get Clean

All together now
1-2-3
Don't be scared
Just stand with me
Hold my hand, try not to breathe
All together now

Single file through the door
Wall to wall, ceiling to floor
I am not afraid to die
I only wish that I knew why...

All together now
1-2-3
Don't be scared
Just stand with me
Hold my hand, try not to breathe
All together now

(Thanks to James for these lyrics)