Žodžiai dainai: Twelve Tribes. The Rebirth Of Tragedy. Baboon Music.

HEY KIDS! I don't think your ready for this systematic rebirth this is anything you want. Step right up and make your move. This is the rebirth this is anything ou want step right up make your move. This is the primitive sound of the hung. I've programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed. Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long and it ends with the taste of your blood. It ends with the sound of your scream. I don't know the faces but i know the names and i watch the shadows take shape. This time there is no prison to keep you alie and awake. This time there is to curtain to draw your dreams from physical reaction. Step right up make your move this is anything you want the plug has been pulled from the wall the battery is dead are you still afraid? I don't know the faces but i know the names and i watch the shadows take shape this time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake. This time there is no curtain to draw your dreams from p hysical complications in our shadows lost in traveling the setting sun. Conversations behind closed doors caught in our heads to hear once more.