3. Ever Increasing Circles

[Music: Steer/Regadas]
[Lyrics: Walker]

Round and round we go,
Like a merry-go-round out of control
The same old tune, same old song
Again, again, and again

Round and round we go,
When will it stop, nobody knows
The same old chords, the same old words
It all sounds familiar, all starts to sound the same

Turn on, tune in, drop out,
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off
Who calls the tune?

Round and round we go,
Ever get the feeling you've heard this before?
Same old melody, rejuvenated,
Recycled again and again

Round and round, we go,

4. Blood-Spattered Banner

[Music: Steer]
[Lyrics: Walker]

Your blood flies in the wind,
It's old and worn and has no glory
Hand on heart allegiance pledged

Patriot, hatred instilled
Ignorant, white trash stand proud
With bigotry endowed

These colours don't run
These colours well worn
These colours don't run
But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...

Burn like your passion,
The passion of the damned
Can you still hear Dixie?

5. I Told You So (Corporate Rock Really Does Suck)

[Music: Steer]
[Lyrics: Walker]

Please tell me how to think
Please tell me what to say
Please tell me what to do
Please tell me how I should behave

Please tell me what to sing
Please tell me what to play
Please tell me how to act
Please tell me the rules of your game

Please tell me who I should be
Please tell me what to do
Please tell me how to please
I really want to be like you

Really done it now, sold out
But to who, what, when, where and how,
Yeah, really done it now, sold out,
I've taken my cut
And corporate rock really sucks

6. Buried Dreams

Welcome, to a world of hate
A life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
The sand of time kicked in your face
-Rubbed in your face

When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate

In futility, for self preservation
We all need someone
-Someone to hate

[1st lead - Steer]
[2nd lead - Amott]

7. No Love Lost

Sensual awakening
Numbing feeling's dead
Conception's romanticised
Synthesized broken heart's to bled

Without emotion you heartstring's played
Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade
[A tragic chorus]
Without emotion, your heartstrings break
Snapped and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad cliche

No love lost
When all is said and done
There's no love lost

The low cost of loving
Amorous travesty
Human frailties and weakness are easy prey
How your poor heart will bleed

[1st lead - Amott]
[2nd lead - Steer]

8. Rot 'n' Roll

[Music: Steer]
[Lyrics: Walker]

Can you smell the rot?
As opportunity knocks.
The foul stench of success.

This carcass in decay,
Well past it's sell-by date.
This time the fall comes before the pride.

The chameleon's changed its shade,
But the same old song, to the same old tune is played.
Falling to the bait,
But the song still sounds the same.
Let's rot ...C'mon, rot!

This carcass in decay,
Tell me, can you smell the rot?

[lead - Steer]

9. Edge Of Darkness (Radio 1 version)

[Music: Steer]
[Lyrics: Walker]

A rising, bleak dawn
A blackened sunset,
On the human condition
A boot perpetually treads.

Illumination snuffed
A long shadow cast
Time is a mirror
Condemning to repeat the past

Endtime
The realms of a setting sun
Twilight
A new age has begun
Decline
Decension to a new dark age
End time
An old world not quite so brave

Right on the edge,
Of a new dark age,
Right on the edge,

10. This Is Your Life

[Music: Steer]
Lyrics: Walker]

The spirit distilled, the soul is bought.
The D.N.A. split, the virus is caught.
The germination of reproduction,
Complex patterns of genetic devolution.
The die is cast.

Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning of life?

Is this the genesis of devolution?
The die is cast.

Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this your life?
Birth, copulation, and death.
Is this the meaning of life?

[lead - Steer]

11. Tools Of The Trade

Steel skin clips,
Forceps, grooved awl, retractors, needles
Gouges and saws,
Intestinal clamps, blunt dissectors,
Scalpels, pins, toothed directors.

Tools of the trade, forceps and blades
Skillfully lathed, for us to maim.

Bone levers, spikes, malleable scoops,
Plates and chisels, screws and spoons,
Drills, respatories, files and durettes,
Guillotines, gags and compression forceps.

Tools of the trade, ripping the rib-cage,
To remissly lustrate, so pleased to maim.

[Lead: Maim to please by W.G Steer]
[Lead: Up to the hilt by M. Amott]

Retractors, mallets, rugines and benders,
Chisels, rods, sharps and catheters,
Trephines, undines, irons and styrups,
Depressors, tongues, sterile catgut.

12. Pyosisified (Still Rotten To The Gore)

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
As your mind is torn by encephalitis

Your cavities rot with ulcers
Your infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
You're infernally rotten to the gore...

Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater pleasure
Than a bowlful of chyme
Maggot infested kidneys
Are what I choose every time

The smell of plaguing infection
Is nauseatingly emetic
Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
Stinks like hot, purtid vomit