| rome | return to the world of nixon |
| blazing torment that rips the soul the cries of the ripped dance through your infernal ruins and my feet dance beneath me while my feet dance beneath me while the white heat tears my skin apart rome, what have thou done to me while my feet dance over your squares where the huddled masses frolicked beneath the white shadow of the symbol of trinity blazing torment that rips the soul the cries of the ripped sing me softly to sleep and coax me to the other side - anonymous | lament of rome |
| the eyes of nixon | my eyes died that day i was but a tourist ogling the sights millions have seen following the footsteps of the dead of the living of the blind and there i was losing my mind at the sight of whiteness incarnate ripping the neurons of my brain apart on that day... my eyes died - amos cole, prophet of the rome explosion |