It's A Suicide Lottery And They've Won

The Real Life Has Just Begun

Coughing Up Nest Of Cocoons It Feeds The Statists

Oblivious To Wounds Seeping Dry It Feeds The Statists

All Value Is Lost When We Allow The Spiders To Feed

Our Values Bled Into This Eco-Cesspool

This Is Where It All Ends

This Is Where It All Ends

All Value Is Lost When Silence Is Born

Death Behind The Dollar

We Are In The Womb Of The Statist And All Is Not Well In The Best Of All

Worlds

It's A Suicide Lottery

Drop The Guillotine

Bury My Head