الأغاني:
Left Hand Solution Illusion

[words & music: Barthold] The words left scars After they had silenced To see something grow Only to die away The illusion of you Always so intense

I've exhausted every possible solution I've tried every game there is to play In this search for Christ-like perfection I'm convinced, I've only left

So this is war, more blood poured from the fountain As I'm counting on the cold hand Of those that abstain and demand More ground gained from the crosses