| Song | Roulette |
| Artist | Beardfish |
| Album | Sleeping In Traffic: Part One |
| My skin’s no shelter | |
| “Emoticons” lie and I’m exposed | |
| But my tears are all out | |
| And dry eyes always hurt the most | |
| I can lead my own life | |
| There’s no love, no love left here | |
| Master of disguise | |
| I’ve been in your sky and you weren’t there | |
| A motorcycle man | |
| And Jesus was his name | |
| He’s out on His ride | |
| Believe in Him and never die | |
| His appearance is said | |
| To have made Him live a life of shame | |
| But pockets of humanity | |
| Made them embrace the long haired man | |
| And I envy them | |
| But I won’t follow rules | |
| Made up thousands of years ago | |
| And changed by hands of man | |
| According to some current trend | |
| So leave here while you can | |
| Or answer to The Man | |
| You know He’s everywhere | |
| Isn’t that a scare? | |
| I know that I won’t change | |
| And your faith is blind so you can’t see | |
| I know that things are never gonna change | |
| I know that things are bound to stay the same | |
| I know that things are never gonna change | |
| And it will never change | |
| And it will never change | |
| And it will never change | |
| This eternal night is mine | |
| Feeble thoughts will feed the langoliers | |
| Mammals of the pyramids | |
| Goblins of our clouded past | |
| Medieval times are back again | |
| Killing in the name of God | |
| Killing to preserve our precious peace | |
| This forsaken path is mine | |
| But my philosophy is yours to see | |
| I’m not evil, I’m just being me | |
| Winds may change, yet always blow | |
| No one knows which way they’ll go | |
| Crucify or be crucified | |
| Let’s give understanding one more try | |
| I can waste my life | |
| There’s no love, no love left here | |
| Master of disguise | |
| I’ve been in your sky and you weren’t there | |
| Leave here while you can | |
| Or answer to The Man | |
| You know He’s everywhere | |
| Isn’t that a scare? | |
| This forsaken path is mine | |
| But my philosophy is yours to see | |
| I’m not evil, I’m just being me | |
| Winds may change, yet always blow | |
| No one knows which way they’ll go | |
| Crucify or be crucified | |
| Let’s give understanding one more try | |
| This eternal night is mine | |
| Feeble thoughts will feed the langoliers | |
| Mammals of the pyramids | |
| Goblins of our clouded past | |
| Medieval times are back again | |
| Killing in the name of God | |
| Killing to preserve our precious peace | |
| See how they dance in the moonlight | |
| Forming preparation of war | |
| Someone’s laughing in the shadows | |
| Something is making them dance | |
| “Step right on up, folks! | |
| Let’s watch the spectacle of religious and political warfare | |
| And it’s what gonna kill us all…” |
| My skin' s no shelter | |
| " Emoticons" lie and I' m exposed | |
| But my tears are all out | |
| And dry eyes always hurt the most | |
| I can lead my own life | |
| There' s no love, no love left here | |
| Master of disguise | |
| I' ve been in your sky and you weren' t there | |
| A motorcycle man | |
| And Jesus was his name | |
| He' s out on His ride | |
| Believe in Him and never die | |
| His appearance is said | |
| To have made Him live a life of shame | |
| But pockets of humanity | |
| Made them embrace the long haired man | |
| And I envy them | |
| But I won' t follow rules | |
| Made up thousands of years ago | |
| And changed by hands of man | |
| According to some current trend | |
| So leave here while you can | |
| Or answer to The Man | |
| You know He' s everywhere | |
| Isn' t that a scare? | |
| I know that I won' t change | |
| And your faith is blind so you can' t see | |
| I know that things are never gonna change | |
| I know that things are bound to stay the same | |
| I know that things are never gonna change | |
| And it will never change | |
| And it will never change | |
| And it will never change | |
| This eternal night is mine | |
| Feeble thoughts will feed the langoliers | |
| Mammals of the pyramids | |
| Goblins of our clouded past | |
| Medieval times are back again | |
| Killing in the name of God | |
| Killing to preserve our precious peace | |
| This forsaken path is mine | |
| But my philosophy is yours to see | |
| I' m not evil, I' m just being me | |
| Winds may change, yet always blow | |
| No one knows which way they' ll go | |
| Crucify or be crucified | |
| Let' s give understanding one more try | |
| I can waste my life | |
| There' s no love, no love left here | |
| Master of disguise | |
| I' ve been in your sky and you weren' t there | |
| Leave here while you can | |
| Or answer to The Man | |
| You know He' s everywhere | |
| Isn' t that a scare? | |
| This forsaken path is mine | |
| But my philosophy is yours to see | |
| I' m not evil, I' m just being me | |
| Winds may change, yet always blow | |
| No one knows which way they' ll go | |
| Crucify or be crucified | |
| Let' s give understanding one more try | |
| This eternal night is mine | |
| Feeble thoughts will feed the langoliers | |
| Mammals of the pyramids | |
| Goblins of our clouded past | |
| Medieval times are back again | |
| Killing in the name of God | |
| Killing to preserve our precious peace | |
| See how they dance in the moonlight | |
| Forming preparation of war | |
| Someone' s laughing in the shadows | |
| Something is making them dance | |
| " Step right on up, folks! | |
| Let' s watch the spectacle of religious and political warfare | |
| And it' s what gonna kill us all" |