1. |
Devoid
07:06
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colour burns my eyes
to carelessly suck
the will of life
patriotically scarred
my eyes, they've seen so much
dying in vein
vigilance. devoid of life
bereft of common sense
I beat upon my chest
distastefully
I gouge out my spine
time to kill the pain,
its no longer mine, can you feel it
ch
frivolously
these little things in life come undone
carelessly
we're marching to our fate
one by one
copiously
so busy feeding the lie we never had the chance to run
frivolously
we kill the voices of tomorrow one by one
and they fall
power
the voice of disdain
watch your mouth
it might hear what you say.
can you feel it?
ch
power
can you feel it?
can you feel it?
can you feel it?
can you feel it?
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2. |
...and Angels
09:00
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We fall apart, with blood drenched hands
Dancing in the aftermath
Wearing a smile of childlike glee
We tear apart, turning nations into dust
In the carnage we find solace
And all you see is our purity
Into the night sky
We deliver
A message from the gods
Even Janus couldn’t be so proud; so many faces and yet one voice so loud,
We deliver,
A message from the gods
No emotion in our face,
We bring demise, but we do it with grace,
And we dare not care.
(nevermind the warring noise, nevermind attrition!
All we are inside
Unholy!
And we cannot be defeated
In unlife!
And your works show nothing!)
Can we not be proud?
Can we not feel the pain?
Watching a mother hold her dying son,
No chance to refute, and nowhere to run.
Can we not have lust?
Can we not bleed from a breaking heart?
So many have to love and lose,
We don’t have the option or the will to refuse.
Can we not run blind?
Can we not know every waking day?
This structure standing obsolete,
All the power of a god, and angels cannot tempt fate.
(Nevermind atrocity,
Nevermind belief
nevermind the vile fields
you cannot save the sea
nevermind the warring noise, or voices in your head.
Nevermind your knowledge, you lose it when your dead.)
such beauty such unabashed grace, if they are to die, shall they see my face?
chorus
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3. |
Agent
05:04
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Unforgivable;
My crimes have grown so great
Their blood is on my hands.
Unforgettable;
These lives I’ve changed,
No reason; they never had the chance to stand.
ch
I am not telling you,
Your heart could not withstand
I will show you
In a series of exchanges
I am not telling you
Your trust I can’t command
I will show you,
Nothing ever changes
V2
Unbelievable;
These things that tie our fate.
So little is said or done.
Inconceivable;
how little it relates.
My crimes are done.
Unreliable;
these words that meant the most,
where they mine?
Unjustifiable;
the blood is on my hands;
what did they find?
ch
I am not telling you,
Your heart could not withstand
I will show you
In a series of exchanges
I am not telling you
Your trust I can’t command
I will show you,
Nothing ever changes
In secrecy like a tryst in the dark, we shared words,
Messages of annihilation
So secretly,
Like a knife in the heart;
you’ve never heard,
the whisperings of assassination
x2
in secrecy
like a glance in the dark; we shared words,
messages of collaboration.
so secretly
as the world falls apart, you will not live to understand the politics of assassination.
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4. |
Blasphiend
05:12
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Crying tears; Vindication.
Disguised as an anger, there’s nothing else to feel.
We suffer the lie.
Trying; I hear, The voice of filtration.
Disguised as an anecdote; Stupid reactions, fated,
And in the end compromised.
Inaction of the free world, Freedom of speech;
Everyone has something to say,
Forcing public opinion.
Agreements reached; Treaties founded in lies
Chorus
Hardly seems a reaction, Women fighting men, with guns, and no flag.
Through the fault of inaction; uniformed men killing children in rags.
V2
Living in fear, Greed found a way to remain unseen
in the light of day, In our pride. We’re still lost,
And we still can’t surmise.
A perfect plot overwhelms, the bane of existence
Men wearing guilt, but even guilt can be improvised.
And in the end, Can we look in our eyes?
United we fell. Holding on to the hand that feed;
money like a drug, To the traitors painted lies
Through the television set, They’ll always succeed
The fear of death won’t impede
A war of forced attrition; religions but a cover
Painted in oil. the bloodlines, they want to succeed.
Chorus
Hardly seems a reaction; Women fighting men with guns, and no flag.
Through the fault of inaction, uniformed men, killing children in rags
Hardly seems a reaction; fighting fire with flowers, and a fruit for a hand grenade.
Through the force of inaction; decriminalized, and the guilty get away.
we cannot remain, innocence lost in the centre field
whats left to take, when we're all but disarmed, you cannot see truth with distorted views
we cant be contained, civil unrest growing out of control
whats left to fear, but fear itself, strength of many, we'd lose so few
we cannot allow, those that lead, to remain unchecked
whats to fear, when our numbers are so few, we give their strength, and what to we receive
we cannot allow, complacency to come ungoverned
mispaced trust won't compromise,
their promises break so easily
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5. |
bAD mAN
04:19
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as the days go by,
i close myself
to the darker memories
to the shadows,
shadows of time
another day goes by
trapped within defeat
holding back what I used to be
with this collar, round my neck, telling me its time
another day goes by
x4
I remember playing in the sun when it all went black
the veil of decay, holding me tight; never letting me breathe
my father, why have you brought me here
a little girl, playing in the night, when all was said and done, young girl
watching him bite me, let a word slip. my sister, what have we done this time?
I recall fighting for my life, the cold places sucking me in, the hole in the floor; you tried to help him; calling my name, you said it'd be alright, my father; drinking again
the fight ends, as I expected to see; the evil thing, with its nose on fire,
it hears the screams of a child. lurking in the shadows; the bad man, coming again
my father
you deserve so much more
have another drink my father
you deserve so much more
have another shot my father
you deserve so much more
take another bite my father,
you deserve so much more
what are you waiting for?
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6. |
Desert Sand
04:53
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in a war we did not start,
in a land where we should not be
we fight our way through the desert sands
no reason, we follow orders to a "t"
in a place forgotten by god
its such a sight to see,
we find our bodies in the desert sands,
medium rare for an act of complacency.
and if we ever go home,
my face you will not recognise,
my temperament extreme
we've given our souls, can you not see it in our eyes?
as we become this machine,
another cog replaced
take a shot to the gut, they'll make it alright
stitched out of body parts,
but the same old face.
no semblance of reason
no outlet for the rage
every day, the war is in my head, if we're not fighting we're locked up in a cage,
our own hearts do not recognise;
its been so long since a lover could sate
we'd fight for our very lives
no you cannot understand,
dont DARE try to say you understand you can't possibly relate!
from a voice we've never heard,
this republican president (GW Bush)
some businessman with a power driven appetite
so many fell, still falling post retirement
In this place
forgotten by the gods,
its such a sight to see,
military suicide numbers so high
no way to pay our debts, when we're dying for democracy
and if we ever make it home,
my conscience, you will not recognise,
my temperament extreme
we've given our selves, can you not see it in our eyes?
As we became this machine,
our home lives ion defeat,
our children so afraid
more fighting left to face,
they didn't make it alright so many debts left for us unpaid.
no semblance of reason
no outlet for the rage
every day, the war is in my head, if we're not fighting we're locked up in a cage,
our own hearts do not recognise;
its been so long since a lover could sate
we'd fight for our very lives
no you cannot understand,
dont DARE try to say you understand you can't possibly relate!
our own eyes do not recognise
as if our faces have changed
in any new light, so full of hate, our own children cannot communicate!
have our hearts, so changed?
so willing to take a life
no you cannot understand! now we're doing time, for what you've trained.
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7. |
Circuit Board Messiah
06:20
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Haunting, nothing running about
Inside this land, an electronic undead.
Take their remaining lives
Speaking for the children, They’ve finally laid to rest,
nothing to show, but a chemical burn upon their chests.
In tales
Everything dies.
My second coming y2k: the disease.
My components never fail. I heard you pray to me
My condition; Realization: man-kind is a bad joke
On a mission; Condemnation, don’t move
Just watch them all choke.
Your extinction; etched on ceramic plates
Changing
The current inside,
I process you out this time
Wipe out what was never intended, an accident of life, a parasite on hospitality
Rewire Everything against you
Your own demise you programmed in me.
Waging: a war against extinction. Now isn’t this insane?
Changing
The current inside,
I process you out this time
Wipe out what was never intended, an accident of life, a parasite on hospitality
Rewire Everything against you
Your own demise you programmed in me.
Waging: a war against extinction. Now isn’t this insane?
Changing, a new dynamic exists
Founded by torture, forged in a thousand screams
All the little things that died for me
Changing how could you not expect his
You create an evil, you expected to enlist
Changing, my circuits wont allow
Destroyed by an arrogance; vengeance is ours
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8. |
Junky
03:55
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I take a pill to correct me, it wont reject me.
Tell me I don’t belong, or disrespect me.
It lets me feel like Im part of the crowd.
I go to places normally not allowed.
It gives me hope, a sense of soothing.
Look at my face: A thing of beauty.
A bigger cock bigger tits, and full youth,
Nevermind personality, image is proof.
In my reflection, it looks so real.
Carress my skin, How do I feel?
Am I now something hot, something new and improved?
Watch as I forget the years of abuse.
WHATS HAPPENING!?
I don’t want to live without my pills refill prescription.
Im not a junky just socially afflicted,
with this disorder called having a mind!
Life is so much better when you’re blind.
And though my soul it rests in hell,
my conscience slipping.
My body starts to swell.
But Im not giving up the pills!
Im only free when Im not me!
I’ve got the pills for perfection,
maintain erection, nevermind my diet
I want misdirection. Tell me that Im pretty,
my chemical lies. Change the colour of my eyes.
And though my soul it rests in hell, my mind flacid
No sign outbreak, coated in plastic
Pills for the side effects giving me wealth.
But no prescription to maintain health.
I’ve got the pills for obesity making me rage
Then some in quantity hiding my age
The side effects are all same; chemically discarded
Not humbled by the fame, what have I started?
I don’t want to live without my pills refill prescription.
Im not a junky just socially afflicted,
with this disorder called having a mind!
Life is so much better when you’re blind.
And though my soul it rests in hell,
my conscience slipping.
My body starts to swell.
But Im not giving up the pills!
Im only free when Im not me!
I don’t want to live without my pills refill prescription.
Im not a junky just socially afflicted,
with this disorder called having a mind!
And I’m no longer left behind
And now my soul has left this hell
My mind retracted
The television sells
My arse contracted
Pills for the energy, and body of proof
America; the dealer has perfection for you
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9. |
Mindfield
05:10
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Something tantalizes.
Something recognizes;
our inner most needs,
and we don’t know,
what brings this change.
Something reminds us;
there’s something inside us,
Our liquid loyalty,
a safeguard, against our rights
Something telling me,
one will become we;
Divided though we think we stand,
our morals rearranged.
This something must be,
a blatant insanity;
voices out of my mind,
convictions estranged
<Chorus>:
Far be it from me.
I don’t dare disagree,
if they come to indict,
thought crime,
the ultimate sacrifice .
Im thinking, unwise,
and now the price,
privacy; exposed,
through a chemical homing device.
<vs 2>
Psychiatry,
like senators,
dictate what’s right;
still they cannot quell,
our innate need to fight.
And we must agree;
we cannot find this enemy,
the riots in my head!
revolution begets tragedy!
Is there a need for law?
No fuel to ignite.
Propaganda took control;
our hands; chemically tied.
<Chorus>:
Far be it from me.
I don’t dare disagree,
if they come to indict,
thought crime, the ultimate sacrifice .
Im thinking, unwise,
and now the price,
privacy; exposed,
through a chemical homing device.
Far be it from me.
Is this a new odyssey?
sedated states of mind,
I cannot be enticed.
Im thinking, unwise,
pain won’t suffice,
medicines inducing;
my psychotropic paradise.
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10. |
No Future
06:22
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tuck the children
kiss them once for goodnight,
caress their innocence
be still, don't be afraid.
fight their demons
keep them facing the light,
don't turn away,
come back,
before its too late.
you hear their screaming
something frightens young eyes,
your only hope, its just a dream
can you hear their cries?
can you see me?
I lurk within the walls,
your faith in god won't keep me away
can you see me?
I am the shadow in the day,
the twitch beside your eye,
no amount of prayer will keep me at bay
tuck the children,
keep the safe and alive,
from the beasts beneath their beds.
find the bump in the night,
don't be afraid,
Im only here to claim your soul.
will you embrace me?
I stand too hard to resist
you only home i'm not a dream
will you succumb to this?
can you hear the cries?
can you see me?
I am the silent night
the shiver on your neck
its time for you to bleed
can you see me?
I have no fear in your faith, n
no where left to run,
its time for me to feed
can you see me?
when your alone in the dark
you call my name
there is no help for this
there's nowhere left to run
v3
try not to touch me
I am the living dead
my flesh is cold like the winters grave
forgive your jesus, he cannot come to your aid
I only take whats rightfully mine
don't try to fight me,
i ve chosen you for this
be the bride of the antichrist,
dance into oblivion
enter my will,
will you embrace the dark,
cast away the light
you'll have no need for this
enter my way,
you'll have but one thing to hide,
humility is a curse to us
I am your lover
the one for whom you long, I will entice,
there is no help for this
I am your master,
or rather it may seem,
my empty soul is the home of a thousand screams,
now you belong to me
can you see me?
I am the silent night
the shiver on your neck
its time for you to bleed
can you see me?
I have no fear in your faith, n
no where left to run, its time for me to feed
can you see me?
when your alone int eh dark y
you call my name
there is no help for this
can you see me?
I am the shadow in the day,
the twitch beside your eye,
no amount of prayer will keep me at bay
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11. |
Dark Year 0
06:00
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