آهنگ: Cress. Monuments. Illusions.

the problems caused by man are very plain to see, blundering and stumbling in ignorance to be free, of a world without order, he feels he has to slaughter, obstacles before him are crushed till none remain, making our reality, filling it with sanity, sterile inhumanity, everywhere the same, we're ruled by our illusions, we're fooled by our delousions, so full of solutions, yet our problems they remain, making our reality, filling it with sanity, mindless inhumanity, till everyone's the same, ignorance it blinds you, fear it confines you, take away illusions and what's real, still remains