Forward On! Just Go On!

Directionless Rush, For Close By, Before

Species Specific-motion

No Change For Equilibrium-stop!

Fetid, Persistent Stench Of The Race

Rushes In Every Slot

Sticking All Together Into A Mass

I Hate You!

I Hate Us!

You Know What I Mean? Fuck Off!

This World Stigma Cries Out On Your Forehead

Anti-god Prepares Your Own Personal Void

The Only Way To Equilibrium

Kill Yourself! But...