| Feel nothing | |
| Oxen and primate as one | |
| Pushing what already strives | |
| (There is) no space | |
| (There is) no peace | |
| Let go of the whip | |
| We've reached the outer limits of this orchestrated vision | |
| Some might think it can't be kept apart | |
| Forgot to ask: where are we in all of this? | |
| Trying to get off track ... into the wilderness | |
| Running from the beast | |
| In need of strength, in search of guidance | |
| Asked but given nothing - remembering everything | |
| It matters not now, it all came to fuel | |
| Silent growth | |
| Hoarse rust | |
| Can not be broken | |
| I trust the shapes | |
| Heathen vertigo | |
| Repaint the curses and bellow | |
| Sailing past to old shores | |
| In the distant haze | |
| The waving motion | |
| Is not for you | |
| In every direction stretched and torn no more | |
| (It) seems we've been here all along |