Sangtekst: Naumachia. Wrathorn. Muertos.

Remember, and don' t forget
It' s a hard lonely ride
Once you get on the track
It fucking hurts inside.

I' m cold deep inside
I squeeze the glass
Can't be a paracite
Life won' t just pass.

Numb inside with the booze
I anticipate and can' t help
Its sudden burst and ooze
Through my senseless lids

I stare at the door
And wish for the end
Red drops fall on the floor
Day turns into another

Remember, and don' t forget
It' s a hard lonely ride
Once you get on the track
It fucking hurts inside.

Ass kicked hard
Mind fucked up
Keeping a low profile
You won' t ever look up

Its hurts to the bone
So i drink alone
Swallowing another beer
Mixed with salty tear.

Every day i lose my life
Pursuing the unattainable
I make me life so undurable.

Ass kicked hard
Mind fucked up
Keeping a low profile
You won' t ever look up