Album : Parade of chaos (2002) We march like fools in a parade of chaos. We march like fools in a parade of chaos. While we sing their praises. Led by our enemies. Led by our enemies. The morning rained fire. Over the eyes of the blind. While we kiss their hands. Let the heavens retire. We turned our back too many times. And the vioces of spoiled children. And bit the hand of the provider. Chaos. True leadersare gone. Chaos kills us.