Besedila: Tad Morose. Modus Vivendi. No Mercy.

I came to seek among mortal
men for souls like you
And I have seen just what it means
In pain, in agony, a broken heart is true
and even then you cannot see

No, not too long ago
I found you in my dreams
I came your way to help you see
Find perfect harmony
Find balance, peace of mind
But then you threw away the key

Said take this wizardry
This magic of a kind
I have a statement for you

No mercy!
No! No!
No mercy!

Why lend a helping hand?
You know they snap and bite
And break your heart, well add that too
Strangers like demons bow down
and when they do
They'd love to have a piece of you