Besedila:
Carrier Flux In Waste

so here I voice a void of spending useless word and here I lie among? - alone - in waste torn from the hands of giving men the rest are born to take and waste

Forget the shell, liberate the will Let the body fold, and die with their own And I have no eyes, no soul left to hide We drop the vice, embrace lightless

Although I don't hold true the force A Broken core may never mend But Seen have we - that light may end And dreams are always washed away Escape the

look at me, I am the crippled now could you ever hold me again? Did you ever look and see what I was Ever was I known when I was true? And if this is

by the cancer we create stripped of breath but dreaming we are still forced to tread the path we've made encouraged by tears of waste Improve, Inject