Fall, spawns of malicious mantra seek
 The dogs are looking but they will not see
 The thoughts fall apart, the false elite
 The broken shells feed on the living yeast
 Jumping dark in the bones of me
 Resonate in the lower part best
 Doubled in elation, seek
 Looking but you are not free
 Rotten
 Eats of it's own
 mins that's sick
 Feed the flood
 [bad word] 
 War Born, contemplation
 War Born, the dog's peridition
 War Born, [bad word] 
 War Born, tri-adverserenade
 The thoughts of normaley
 Locked in the halls of victory
 The hands reach up
 Supporting the cup of conformity
 Fall, spawns of malicious mantra seek
 The dogs are looking, but they will not see
 The thoughts fall apart, the false elite
 The broken shells feed on the living yeast