Wash Away the Filth
fallin
like autum leave
like tear
over dresde
fire stor
in my hear
no fear
now the wester
cultur
sees its en
what us
to fantasiz
open shir
open woun
no truc
the cattle die
siren
distant her
what's lov
without a blanke
winte
seven year
your corps
a virus banque
no wor
not a screa
your eye
just like min
sata
spills his drea
from fal
to humankin
broadcas
from hell to no
I se
in your eye
you fea
the autumn rai
are w
to critisiz
cattle
opinion poll
no voic
and no way ou
exi
my throat is sor
what can you sa
I can shout