[00:39.00]It doesn't matter if we all die[00:47.00]Ambition in the back of a black car[00:54.90]In a high building there is so much to do[01:02.60]Going home time, a story on the radio[01:10.40]Something small falls out of your mouth and we laugh[01:18.20][01:22.00]A prayer for something better[01:24.50]Please love me[01:26.50]Meet my mother, but the fear takes hold[01:34.10]Creeping up the stairs in the dark[01:40.90][01:48.70][01:55.50]Waiting for the death blow[02:12.80]Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot[02:20.70]Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs[02:28.60]Have wе got everything?[02:31.60]She strugglеs to get away[02:36.20]The pain and the creeping feeling, a little black haired girl[02:44.10]Waiting for Saturday, the death of her father pushing her[02:52.10]Pushing her white face into the mirror[02:59.70]Aching inside me and turn me 'round[03:07.00][03:10.80][03:14.70][03:29.30]Just like the old days[03:46.80]Caressing an old man and painting a lifeless face[03:54.90]Just a piece of meat in a clean room[04:02.50]The idiots close in under a yellow moon[04:10.80]All shadows and deliverance under a black flag[04:17.80]A hundred years of blood, crimson[04:25.50]The ribbon tightens round my throat[04:29.40]I open my mouth and my head bursts open[04:33.40]A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water[04:37.30]Thrashing in the water[04:41.30]Over and over and over and over, we die[04:48.00][04:51.80][04:55.70][04:59.80]One after the other[05:03.40]It feels like a hundred years[05:08.50][05:12.40][05:16.20]A hundred years