Tekster: Hour Of The Wolf. Waste Makes Waste. Taking Out The Trash.

Against myself and everyone else, I've come to hate the cheats and the fakes. The forged the feeling and truth was erased. Piece by piece they threw the meaning away. And it's easy to loose your place, when everything around you is covered in waste. And it's easy for your mixed up brains to have nothing but bad taste. I don't want to hear it, I just want to kill it. All this shit piled up so fast, and now it's time to take out the trash. And it's easy to be led astray, and it's easy when you've got nothing to say. I don't want to hear it, I just want to kill it. Waste makes waste makes waste. No I won't stand here and believe it, when the words you say, they have no meaning. There's no truth if you don't feel it, and you don't feel it. Against myself and everyone else, I've come to hate the cheats and the fakes. And it's easy to like nothing but waste, and it's easy when you've got bad taste. The only change you made was the expression on my face. One of disgust and rage from all the lies you had to say. You're every word was staged, and you'll ever be is fake