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Concentric Circles
02:41
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tracing patterns and staring straight through
the never ending rows of tiled floor
a lifeless void and nothing more
indulging my obsession with the fucking armageddon
a condition with no cure
sound the warning, sound the warning sirens
sound the warning, i'm on the verge
i'm as good as fucked
and i'll ride this feeling straight to hell
in the presence of a watchful eye
my eyes follow a single blade of the ceiling fan
until the vertigo takes me by sleight of hand
and relinquishes my role
i'm not pondering the history within these walls
i'm wondering how beautiful
the smoldering remains will look burnt to the ground
i'm as good as fucked
and i'll ride this feeling straight to hell
with violent visions of...
violent visions of destructive escape
and what you called empty threats i call fair warning
and now you're choking on regret
until the flames swallow you whole
glowing orange, glistening red
my offering spelled out in lines of gasoline
glowing orange, glistening red
in the black of night, subtle transformation
as the temperatures ascend
upon my offering to a world of greed
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2. |
Drawing Parallels
01:43
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if a quiet conscience sleeps in thunder (sleeps in thunder)
then in torrential downpour i dwell (i dwell)
the overbearing wealth of discontentment
the emptiness beyond our means
has held me captive in my own familiar cell
"i'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance"
but when i open my mouth nothing comes out
the song of the unsaved remains unsung
a self-righteous, self-serving
self-centered song of sovereignty
a song beckoning the end of days
its refrain sung on high
oh, to be lulled into quiescence by sweet naivety
but such is not the case
my throat breathes fire, inharmoniously
i'd rather choke on the fiction that is fed to me
than play my part in this empty charade
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3. |
Ire in Motion
02:18
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under every rock and baited trap
lies the threat of our descent
the evanescent sense of hope and joyousness
is the root of our lament
with funeral faces and unknown traces
of secrets quietly kept
we carry burdens on broken backs
daydreaming of lives lived unwept
feeble hands and weak wrists have yet to pass
along with the insatiable desire to shatter the hourglass
allowing the final grains of sand to filter into something surreal
still we live
still we dream
still we bleed
still we scream
minutes steal the hours as the second hand strikes twelve
with limited choices we clutch our vices
daydreaming of lives lived unwept
ire in motion like bullets to steel
entrenched in the depths of our souls
(and still we live)
ire in motion like vultures to prey
feasting upon the remains
(and still we dream)
the crosshairs are poised with the target in sight
unknowingly we remain
(and still we bleed)
ire in motion like bullets to steel
entrenched in the depths of our soul
(and still we scream).
living, dreaming
bleeding, screaming
time is running
time is running out
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CHFO
01:52
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the vile smell of rotting human flesh
stacked in rows of cages
covered in a layer of excrement
immobilized, drugged and fattened until gorged
hung by the foot and lead to slaughter
vengeance paid in blood (revenge)
vengeance paid in blood
without a trace of daylight
amidst the spread of disease
humans in confinement
forced to face their consequential greed
a new coercion (a new coercion)
all life once known stripped away
because of seeds we've sown
destined to become a sacrificial offering
branded and numbered
crowded by the thousands in a living hell
violence breeds the violence
that keeps us bound to the laws of supply and demand
violence breeds the violence
that keeps us bound to supply and demand
the vile smell of rotting human flesh
stacked in rows of cages
covered in a layer of excrement
immobilized, drugged and fattened until...
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5. |
Hell of Boiling Oil
02:41
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above a shining sea of glass and fire
the temple filled with smoke
from the glory of god
and from his power
he'll wage war against his own creation
accepting nothing less than total devastation
out of the temple came the seven angels
seven angels, seven plagues, seven golden vials
filled with the wrath of god
with golden sashes around their chests
sent by god himself to kill until there's nothing left
now one by one
unleash the plagues upon the earth
ugly and painful sores
for we who bear the mark of the beast
an instant holocaust for every living creature of the sea
and now we drink of the blood
from the rivers and from the springs
the sun shall scorch us with fire
but still we do not repent
now the throne of the beast
a kingdom plunged into darkness
still as we chew out our tongues
and grind down our teeth
we curse his fucking name
the great river has been dried up
so the kings can march their armies west
for this is the great judgement day of god
the demonic spirits gather all their rulers
to a place none other than fucking armageddon
for this is the great judgement day of god
and as the seventh angel empties his vial
a blinding flash of lightning struck the earth
as the thunder crashed and rolled
and as the hailstones begin to fall
i beg you let it rain down until it buries us all
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6. |
Self-Diagnosis
01:57
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with devils perched upon both my shoulders
and a penchant for sin i haven't strength to abstain
temptation's jaw latches on and takes hold
and draws blood like the fangs of a venomous snake
benumbed, in a state of self-paralysis
the persistent allure of depravity
preys on me feverishly
[ingest the poisons you seek, ruin the beauty of]
beneath this corporeal framework of skin and bone
lies the rapacity of a predator, a carnal thirst unbeknown
sound of surrender, the atrophy of self-discipline
saving grace in six-foot holes
all too easily i succumb
to vagaries of the serpent's tongue
all too easily i succumb
to apathy in an iron lung
vagaries of the serpent's tongue
apathy in an iron lung
i succumb
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from the ground and from the sky
waters rage and waters rise
until man and beast alike
are inundated by the tide
for forty days and forty nights
the culmination of our demise
let the flood wash away
the black blood of the earth
let the great deluge submerge
years of human worth
let the flood wash away
the black blood of the earth
let the great deluge avenge
human supremacy, the scourge of humanity
a torrent of corpses and uprooted trees
brutally swept across the open plains
a cataclysm of epic proportions
drowning a world overcome
with lust, dominance and greed
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8. |
Water Runs Red
01:54
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horrified by a wall of sound
a steady swell of panic as the hammers pound
there's no escape, the fleet is closing in
a sealed fate of death or false imprisonment
in the name of misguided tradition
in the name of supremacy
in the name of profiteering
heinous men kill mercilessly
beyond the scope of altruistic eyes
spears and knives are driven into spines
the hidden slaughter of twenty thousand
a crimson bloodbath in cold water
a brutal massacre of innocent life
amidst the haunting sound of anguished cries
taken captive or lead to die
(die) a sealed fate of death in a bloody sea of red
or false imprisonment | captive slaves for rent
a sealed fate of death in a bloody sea of red
or false imprisonment | captive slaves for rent
this abomination of appalling carnage (crimson, bloodbath)
profoundly deepens my prior resentment
of the ruthless conquest of a human race
exploiting innocent lives at an alarming rate
there are no exceptions, no boundary lines
for superior beings with intelligent minds
horrified
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the deafening silence sung hymns of distinct virtue
(distinct virtue) virtue in disguise (virtue in disguise)
misleadingly honest, flawlessly sound
and waiting to feed (waiting to feed)
off of every frayed end and open sore
scars we so often ignore
and when our worlds collide
and when our worlds collide
and when our worlds collide
the sun continues to shine
shine just bright enough to see our own hypocrisies
shine just bright enough to keep me from the lies, the lies inside
shine just bright enough to see our own despondency
shine just bright enough to guide me from the path of
from the path of my demise
[and again the deafening silence offers hymns of virtue, disregarding the sun. and once again i can feel myself bowing into submission beneath the wheels of this vicious cycle]
the wind that blows with beauty shall soon blow pale here
shall soon blow pale here
shall soon blow pale here
the seamless means of beauty
the winds that pass right through me
the seamless means of beauty
have all gone stale here
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10. |
Hell of the Holy Dragon
01:52
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on clouds of rolling thunder
from the heavens he descends
upon the earth with power and great glory
he hath on his vesture and on his thigh
a name written: king of kings, lord of lords
the archangel roars
in all his glory he stands before us uttering his judgments
and now we that have forsaken his name shall be consumed
consumed
king of kings, lord of lords
the dead in christ rise first
and to hell with those
who bear the mark of the beast
on their foreheads
even those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake
some to everlasting life and some to shame and contempt
and on this day his choice has been made:
ascension into heaven, or one by one cast into flames
(of) eternal damnation
into the flames (of)
eternal damnation
one by one by one by one
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from my aching bones to my ruined eyes
it's beyond all comprehension why you keep me alive
i'm knocking on death's door but to no avail
mobility is constricted and my memory fails
and a god i've fucking prayed to my entire life
he refuses to answer, he refuses to oblige
they say the good lord works
he works in, in mysterious ways
this day to day of nothingness beyond my control
all this daytime television has taken its toll
isolated in loneliness, dwelling in my own despair
a burden to my children, a broken body beyond repair
and it's enough already
if your heaven awaits then grant me wings to fly
since you took my husband 8 years ago
i've just been waiting to die
from my aching bones to my ruined eyes
i can't understand why you keep me alive
i've been knocking on death's door
i just can't take anymore
and in my dreams i hear her calling me...
oh sweet, sweet death
please lay me to eternal rest
oh sweet, sweet death
please lay me down to rest
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13. |
Waiting Darkness
04:01
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just as the sun shattered into a thousand pieces
piercing like daggers through a vacant corridor
particles fall like snowflakes amidst the luminous glow
euphorically suspended by ephemeral enlightenment
in a search for that, that which we may never know
seasons of light and wind
wash over me and transcend
the endless longing of the lives we'll never lead
the endless horror, the countless atrocities
seasons of light and wind, wash over me
heaven or heavenless (heaven or heavenless)
we're all headed for that same sweet darkness
heaven or heavenless (heaven or heavenless)
we're all headed for that same sweet darkness
the endless longing of the lives we'll never lead
the endless horror, the countless atrocities
seasons of light and wind, wash over
wash over me and transcend
and transcend
and transcend
and in that darkness we're destined to find
the same familiar sense of nothingness exists in our minds
and in the still of night, with bloodshot eyes
it's the emptiness that tells of our impending demise
it stalks the night when we're all alone
and without warning sinks its teeth through flesh and bone
the panic, the horror, the unheard cries
the evanescent sense of hope in the absence of light
a blanket of blackness, a free fall in to the abyss
and suddenly it becomes effortless
the suffering, the failing, the avarice
in the ominous silence
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