Tekstovi: Glitzy Akimbo. Where'd My Organs Go?. Turn The Clocks.

Raised, a bond of metal, in plastic like brains like the ruler of time. And the contest of being human is getting too harsh for the holes in our pride.

You can't lift yourself. You can't handle it.

Electro - magnetic currents running presidents into a trainwreck. The past doesn't matter anymore, and the future's looking less reassuring than its ever been.

The trademark of the Red Man is showing itself again.
The trademark of the Red Man is showing itself again.

The world's most brilliant people discover in tests the most brilliant things. To use not for the better, but only destruction to terrorize the world.

It's a lose, lose, lose, situation. No matter what you think you cant win.

It's a lose, lose, lose, situation. No matter what you think you cant win.

Electro - magnetic currents running presidents into a trainwreck. The past doesn't matter anymore, and the future's looking less reassuring than its ever been.

The trademark of the Red Man is showing itself again.
The trademark of the Red Man is showing itself again.

My lungs are blackening now, from the air they love to destroy. London bridge is falling down and humpty dumpty didn't fall, the wall came down.

My lungs are blackening now, from the air they love to destroy. London bridge is falling down and humpty dumpty didn't fall, the wall came down.

Electro - magnetic currents running presidents into a trainwreck. The past doesn't matter anymore, and the future's looking less reassuring than its ever been.

The trademark of the Red Man is showing itself again.
The trademark of the Red Man is showing itself again.

My lungs are blackening now!