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Southern Cross
04:13
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Washing my hands to bone
Break the pain threshold
If this isn't what you wanted
Then I'll do my best to drag you to Hell with me
Get up off your knees my mind keeps telling me
They want to plead for some sanity
The lunatic in me starts to wake from sleep
Their puppets to their own beliefs
Your religion has become political propaganda
Feeding the so called "Holy Ones"
As this Southern Cross becomes raised
The bastard son takes his throne, my head his lonely home
I can't see the end
I have crowned my fate
Black like the decisions I've made
Hollowed heart, nothing to believe
So death's knocking at my door
Blurred eyes, unclear mind
His mask, his greatest disguise
Left for dead, so let the worms eat my flesh
Get up off your knees my mind keeps telling me
They want to plead for some sanity
The lunatic in me starts to wake from sleep
Their puppets to their own beliefs
At this point, humanity is dead
Numbed up, fucked in the head
As the bells call my name
The Southern Cross becomes raised
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2. |
Conspiracy Theorist
03:41
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Concentration camps surround the outside of our cities
Enslavement for all eternity
Our minds are weak from the ones with the power
Mindless, Soulless, fucking Weak
To end the federation, process this information
Losing the battle in our own backyards
As the retreat begins, we see a means to an end
I may be considered a threat against society
Trying to open eyes where only the blind can see
I am no conspiracy theorist
I am no fucking savior, I speak what I see
A dying society
So stand in line and pay tax to the Death Toll
We work till we die, we work towards our grave
Cutting the wrists for a taste of greed
Open minded thoughts falling on deaf ears
Why should anyone listen to a word, I fucking speak
I am no conspiracy theorist
Just a follower to a different belief (2x)
I am no fucking savior, I speak what I see
A dying society
So stand in line and pay tax to the Death Toll
We work till we die, we work towards our grave
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3. |
Black Book
04:16
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These are the archives that we may never get to see
Staring blankly into the bright lights
Questioning the history of how America has gotten this far
Time to read my meaningless rights
Fuck the idea the freedom comes openly
Take a step back and see the flaws in the sheets
I have never cared this much until my eyes were torn open to the obvious
If this is how it's suppose to be, then I shall fight for the anarchy
Stand my ground, tooth and nail
Until the grinding slowly wears me down
Keep an open mind as we follow through these records
Hidden from us that we never knew
In the wake of meaningless trials
The whole nations will pass away with me
I have done my best, I have given my all but it seems
Nothing will change, things will stay the same
And at the top of this fucking pinnacle
I will show you the mysteries to come
This black book of lies has never been revealed
To our nation as we sit in the darkness of deceit.
Our misleading government has given you hope
But the future I see, it doesn't seem so clear
In the wake of meaningless trials
The whole nations will pass away with me
I have done my best, I have given my all but it seems
Nothing will change, things will stay the same
And at the top of this fucking pinnacle
I will show you the mysteries to come
This black book of lies has never been revealed
To our nation as we sit in the darkness of deceit.
This black book of lies
This black book of fucking lies
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Silver Anvil
03:25
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I have found roots within myself
And I cannot quench my needs for this passion
If life is truly this short, then my inspiration shall shine through my character (my exterior)
Dark thoughts creep in everyday
And the hair on my back stands on its end
And if I could go back to be the man I wanted to be
Maybe I could say I became a better man to everyone
I keep contemplating my life and if it ever had meaning
As my body decays in this hole, let my inspiration carry on
And if I could go back to prove not only to myself but to everyone
That this black book of lies consumed my life
Then maybe I could go in peace
Knowing I lived a life of purpose
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Bitter Blossom
03:47
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Selfish, unrelenting discourse
For this is the path that you have chosen
Oh, how these words have escaped me
Creeping in to the mouth of the lion's den
Is this the end?
Taking the side of the serpent
Drowning in a pool of your own blasphemy
How you disgust me
Facing the weapons used to spread this disease across the programmed human race
Nails driven deeper and deeper
The rapture of your mastermind
These eyes have seen too much
Can't seem to get away
From this Hell that you've bestowed upon me
Oh, I purge into this delight coming from a dream-state mind
Breaking into the delicacy, spinning out of fucking time
Breath and breath I seem to lose control, something reaching for my mind
Separating the difference between truth and faith
Can you see the nightmares hiding behind
Red all I see is red, spilt across your fucking bed (2x)
Stepping back into reality
Finding myself once again
Your internal contents spilled upon this lifeless bloodstained floor
I have never been so terrified from my own actions caused to end your life
Nails driven deeper and deeper
The rapture of your mastermind
These eyes have seen too much
Can't seem to get away
From this Hell that you've bestowed upon me
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All Seeing Eye
03:23
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As the all seeing eye
Looks down below, up from the sky
I can't imagine this place without some form of fake messiah
An entire race following the words of a monster
Plagued only by the thought of an afterlife
Granted in the actions through suicidal ignorance
Created to instill religious stability
Spreading the seas, for the Sheppard
Hands drenched in blood
Proclaiming a prophecy
And the world will turn to point their fingers at the ones who stood against the rest
Disposable society relinquished from a life lived in His reflections
I'm fed up, cut out my fucking eyes
The incoherent bastard son
Pessimistic diluted by none
Misleading an entire race
The all seeing eye has won
False fucking idol
Butcher the followers of your own false creator
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