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Death… Is Just the Beginning, Volume 7
Disc 1
01. Alone
02. What Doesn’t Die
03. Falling
04. Son of Evil
05. Hearts on Fire
06. Madness of Crowds
07. The Human Abstract
08. Vankina
09. Warriors of the World United
10. Mind Machine
11. Twelve Feet Fall
12. I Spit on Your Grave
13. Die on Command
14. Why Are We Here?
15. Asgård
16. Like Father Like Son
Disc 2
01. An Angel’s Funeral
02. Growing Hate
03. Protective Rage
04. Fuck the U. S. A.
05. Life Ending Path
06. No Questions
07. Burn in Hell
08. Rusmtsim
09. Nowhere to Run
10. One by One
11. Drifter
12. Inside the Material Flesh
13. The Will to Kill
14. Stengah
15. Manufacturing Greed
16. Machinery
17. Nunsense
18. Death Race
19. Seasoning the Obese
20. Natural Born Chaos
21. The Empire of the Pleasures of Flesh
Disc 3
01. Star-Maps of the Ancient Cosmographers
02. Suicide Rebellion
03. The Fallen
04. Flesh and the Power It Holds (live)
05. Mind Explosion
06. Payback
07. Open the Gates
08. Satans Generation
09. Taint of Shame
10. Cryin’ Clouds
11. Inner Sanctum
12. The Stain Remains
13. The Headless Horsemen
14. 18th Century Hellfire
15. Truth
16. The Bounty Hunter
17. Towards the Temples.. / Fall of the Iconoclast
Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your trembling mind
Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile
The temporary elusive goal
To reach the solace, to feed once more upon the synthetic reaper of loss
No matter the outcome, the cost

Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls
Of your defiled, flesh made temple with its closing walls
Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow, you kneel

Control: once superior, now a docile pet at chaos's feet
Pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all hurt recedes
Your past a blurry patch in mind, your future once; now thin dreams filed
Toward the lights of need you strive, to drink into your vein the shine

Beaten to the unforgiving ground
Lashed into submission by the inner starving demon, by its unrelenting hand
Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow
You kneel to the syringe

Answering only to authorities of sedation
Their calls' the only ones heeded
A worn out soldier touched by their contagion
A battered drone at their feet
You're the one betrayed
An outcast set afire by your inner war
Your burning self so far astray
A combustion fanned from within your core