ترانه:
Showdown The Blood In The Gears

you from a cursed earth Erased, easily replaced Another suicidal gear Dream death Suicide nation Blood in the gears Suicide scream The suicide machine rolls on Blood in the gears

There is no hope There is no hope Dogma the tempter Tormentor of souls Fuel for all conflict The source of all woes Weakness and fear A crutch for the

War Empire, the heretic dream, a man who would make his will law Endless, by conquest provide, spend your tomorrow, the call Helpless, the people subdued

my name Neither love nor man nor law could keep me away He won't give, he must live He cannot give into this His blood cold, he craves home The weary

No escape, this room is a cage The bars of perception are bending his will Dopesick and lonely, a desperate man Voices and images swelling his head