Sangtekst: Faderhead. All Dead.

Filthy whores, filthy priests

All the creatures in between

Broke my soul: deaf and cold

With sunken eyes and fists of stone

As we see the scenes in me

In my heart and in my dreams

Open mouth, twisted sounds

Face the man - pound for pound



My pain, your pain, our pain, we break

My pain, your pain, our pain, all dead



Break the needle, break the spoon

All your fears - still in bloom

Pick the leaves - she loves me not

Numbed by cheap discounter talk (great!)

Deviate from all that's me

In my heart and in my dreams

See me rise, see me drown, pound for pound

Let's hear it for the hometown



Sold to the highest bidder

How does it feel to be me?

All set up when the sky is silver

Tasting the hate that feels oh-so-sweet

Now it's time to check yourself

If you know who you are

You drop your ass on the damn shelf

Just another useless tool

Makes you see why it pays to be genuine, too