الأغاني: Twelve Tribes. Midwest Pandemic. The Recovery: In Three Parts.

[I. God Bless You, Good thief]

[instrumental]

[II. Towers And Vectors]

I called your name and it wasn?t hope
So I?ll leave you to your plague with the force of a sinking ship
There is no rebirth and no coming back from this
It?s here that I am finally home

The world will be devastated

We spared ourselves from burning lights
And could settle for nothing less than to be indestructible
And watch our ship collapse into the sea

Your glorified dominance
Towering over
Your glorified ascendancy
Brought to its knees

Brought to its knees
Bound to the stake
Burned in the flames
Laid to rest

[III. Bridge To The Sun]

Your star still burns the brightest in the sky
I?ll stand on that bridge to the sun
And wait for the end on a chariot
And I want to know this is enough
As I?m staring down into the mouth of God