Fear, She's The Mother Of Violence.

Words, They Climb All Over You/'til They Uncover You From Where You Hide.

Self-conscious, Uncertain, I'm Showered By The Dust. But The Spirit Enters Into Me And I Submit To Trust.

We've Got To Get In To Get Out.

I Look At The Time With You To Keep Me Awake And Alive.

It's Only In Uncertainty That We're Naked And Alive.