Besedila: Wumpscut. Embryodead. Down Where We Belong.

There Are Two Types Of Men On Our Mother EarthSome Have All The Luck Some Just Live In DirtThere Are Several Types Of The Colour Of The SkinBut What's Crucial Is To Lose Or WinYou Feel So Alive Where The Eagles CryAnd You Feel So Strong On A Mountain HighBut In Fact You Are At His BottomJust His Unattainable Top Seems To Be A Must
We Will Stay DownDown Where We Belong
And The Rain Keeps Knocking On Our Mother EarthAnd The Snow Keeps Falling Is It Really WorthTo Live Through This Ache And To Die At LastWhen You're Predestined And The Die Is CastOur Thoughts Are Fading In A Time That MeltsOur Flesh Is Fading As We've Always FeltBut We Kid Ourselves To Meet Heaven's FeastTo Rise Up To God And To Be Released
We Will Stay DownDown Where We Belong
You Belong To Us To The Human ScrapWhich Will Never Win And Succumbs In TrapsThat Are Set By Others With DeceitfulnessAnd You Stumble Into With Thankfulness
No One Knows If We Are To Survive The StormBut I Tell You Man You Are Just A Worm

Just A Little Error On A Hopeless CrustYou Are Sleazy Man And Your Limbs Will Rust
We Will Stay DownDown Where We Belong.