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Orkus Presents: The Best of 2000
Disc 1
01. Poison Girl
02. Vollmond
03. Rome in the Rain
04. Commute
05. Twice as Good (Apoptygma Berzerk remix)
06. Epitaph
07. Deep Inside
08. Rorschach
09. Wilder Schmetterling
10. One World One Sky
11. Clone Your Lover
12. 7 Seconds
13. Mea Culpa
14. Bitte, bitte
15. Wasted
16. Butterfly:Dance!
Disc 2
01. Standing
02. Comatose Delusion
03. Schwarzer Schmetterling
04. Estuans Intrisecus
05. Dunkellicht
06. Secret and Sin
07. Lindsay's Trachea
08. Gothic Girl
09. Act Seven
10. Für immer
11. One More Nightmare
12. Number 1
13. Tomorrow
14. Kiss Your Shadow
15. No Chance
16. Poltergeist
Oh, isn't it nice, falling and hating me!
Here, breathing the air through Lindsay's trachea!
Oh, rendered and torn, spilling my glass to the floor... hands in my hair, pulling and patiently dying...
Why are you here?- were my words and I screamed them.
Could you destroy a man in midday?

Dreaming and evening, so are we twins!
Listen, I whisper, your lips, how they twitch!
The doorway is swarming with larva today, squirming and screaming as friendly men play! Thou art the empty, I am the thin!
We are the bending blade stuck in your ribs! Thou art the tempest, I am the wind!
We are the fallen man, tortured and skinned!

Oh, isn't it nice, falling and hating me!
Here, breathing the air through Lindsay's trachea!
Oh, rendered and torn, spilling my glass to the floor... hands in my hair, pulling and patiently dying...
Why are you here?- were my words and I screamed them.
Could you destroy a man in midday?

Dreaming and evening, so are we twins!
Listen, I whisper, your lips, how they twitch!
The doorway is swarming with larva today, squirming and screaming as friendly men play! Thou art the empty, I am the thin!
We are the bending blade stuck in your ribs! Thou art the tempest, I am the wind!
We are the fallen man, tortured and skinned!

I've run this way twice before, and always the rats wading through dust.
Doctor, silent and still, were you calling to me? The skies overhead have been crowded with wings, but hear the flies, how they sing!
I've inched my way through mist before, and always the bugs leading my lungs!
Doctor, silent and still, were you calling to me? The skies overhead have been crowded with wings, hear the flies, how they sing!