1. |
Rebuttal
01:35
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Please fill me in, it's gone over my head
All the trends have gone rotten
All the preachers pretend
Fake
You're a fake when you break the skin
My hands start shaking when the words leave your mouth
Addiction becomes us when supply is running out
Constantly present we're used to the threat
I've abandoned my mission
I've been placing my bets
Fake
You're a fake when you break the skin
My hands start shaking when the words leave your mouth
Addiction becomes us when supply is running out
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2. |
Feast is Over
04:02
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I've been living under the gun and it's taking aim
For all the hearts of the faithful, the blinded, the weakest minded
The ones who can't speak
We never knew what were up against 'til it's too late
A restless crowd on the hunt for a victim
A headless presence rips us open
You took the first step just to be roped in
The ship has sunk yet you still grab anchors
Citizens die with their eyes open
Citizens will die with their eyes wide open
Restrained by our fate
This is accepted by most, desired by fearless serpents
The graves that we dug
Were always way too shallow
We took the first step, now find your purpose
The ship has sunk yet you still grab anchors
His eyes are fixed on curtains
Bring on the bait and switch
I see right through it
From the first, to the last, you changed the past
Our deaths creep in slowly
Divisive acts rewarded with a roaring
Send it all back
Exist in failure while they run free
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3. |
Thief
03:14
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Hide your voices
Headless horses
Find the fear that you breathe
Think of what’s expected
The proud and soulless
They’re always watching
Go and lay beside them
Kinetic whispers are set in motion
Right on time
Hide your voices
Headless horses
Find the fear that you brought to me
I always cover the footprint
I leave no trace for the thief
Right on time
The act of aggression expanding within us
I’ve been accused of it all
Now you’re accusing us all
I watched you come from nothing
Live with nothing
Be the nothing
This place was built before the passion set in
When after all definition takes the shape of what’s to come
The cause
The kill
The rot inside of your home
White circles wrap around the ones that want to play the victim
Giving up the search for ghosts
It’s all over
Wishing that the price on my head makes you profit
Right on time
I will be remembered
For running through all your hearts and minds with sharpened teeth
I always cover the footprint
I leave no trace for the thief
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4. |
Asymmetrical
04:17
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I said the answers are written on my throat
And when the radiation and rubber bullets have killed
Any symptom of the sickness I call hope
(There has to be a better way)
We gave it all away, we gave it all
Another breath, another patient
Another book to sink us all
(To sink us all)
We’re made of broken people
Locked up in our own thoughts
We, We came up
Empty handed, week after week
How can this stress even carve out
When death hangs his head to our bones
A true sense of doubt
Inside of our our rib cage where leaders protect bank accounts
Traces of a new republic
Traces of a new republic by my own hands
We are all shells of a mountain, but we’re not ready
We are all shells of a mountain, but we’re not ready to be
Asymmetrical
So we walked past the stones, right beneath the reservation
Just to find our descent on our own
I said the answers are written on my throat
And when the radiation and rubber bullets have killed
Any symptom of the sickness I call hope
And when we buried all the scraps and the parts
I’ll come to terms with what we have lost
I admit I admit I admit it
We are the parts that make up the cause
She’s so calm and so collected with the people she’s selected
She bows with perfect posture as she sees the world reflected
With my fingers now connected to the spine with punctuation
We drown the veins devoid to define emancipation
The atmosphere’s collapsing on the words of lost distinction
The reason for harsh actions and the plot for our distraction
What were we thinking of
When we cast a vote just to hang our own selves
As we cringe and watch our leaders
All the whispers drain from their eyes
But it’s all, it’s all wrong
When you drag us to the bottom
We won’t be symmetrical
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5. |
Left Hand Assurance
02:00
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We were sent by the core of the earth
To find a light inside her chest
A judge, impartial to our purpose
This fire bleeds from her neck
Circuitry with no distinction
Centuries after the blood seeped through
Now I can't be
Now I can't just be the face of the hopeless
Now I can't just be the face of the disconnected process
She will burn from mistakes
She will burn from the salt and ashes
She will burn from mistakes
She will burn for this
She floats inside every pattern
We have take more than needed
I am the machine built with no hands to choke
Why must we bear the sins of our forgotten fathers
Discourse runs deep in me
She breaks her teeth on dreams and concrete
Dragging oil beneath her feet
I'm the son of a god, of a king, of a man
Who wrote the verses from the books they burned away
Danced around it in arms of bondage
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6. |
14 Years Past 80
02:30
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We've been right here
We'll rip your grip from this generation
I'm giving back what you passed down to me
To be free of this all
Another bedridden dream that we're not waking up from
I'm giving back what you passed down to me
Face the casket
Face your god
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7. |
Bury the Rose
04:05
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I said my piece in the first place
I'm not the one I'm the two, but I keep counting still
I broke these roads into sections just to find the meaning for this
I danced with the thought of closure
I sacrificed my arms, my legs of morality
But all I hear is
Fare thee well
I'm in the presence of a pretense
I bought my ticket but there's no turning back
Never trust a man in a free fall
You had a thought but it turned into nothing
Another reason the tank is on empty
There's just no point in coming back for the same thing
Eye of the storm
Watching the fall
Counting the crosses as they form
Eye of the storm
Watching the fall
Counting the crosses forming
You had a thought but it turned into nothing
Another reason the tank is on empty
There's just no point in coming back for the same thing
And everything that came apart
We feel the silence of god
We wait for answers to fall
We are the center of the bliss that torments this
We break the mold to only find ourselves in it
I've given the best of me
Heartbreaker you've stolen everything
Of the bliss that torments this
We break the mold to only find ourselves in it
I buried the rose
On top of my head
It is the truth on trial
It feels like I've been waiting forever
It feels like I've been taking the place of the prisoner
Placing the chains on my neck
Forcing anger, they try to break
But I promise I'll make the last mistake
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8. |
Fever Dreams
03:00
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I’m breathing the infection
Seeking out the storm overhead
Weeding out the senseless
Getting closer, always closer
I watched them all set the fire
You’re on your own
In a fever dream, a shadow you follow
You’re always preaching to the worst of us all
You’re always preaching at our backs
We’re swinging for the fences
Crossing his name off of the list
Feeding into tension
Getting closer, always closer
Raise the flag
Witness how they kneel
I will claim
Every last piece of regret
Raise the flag
Witness how they kneel
I will claim
Every last piece of regret
I watched them all set the fire
You’re on your own
In a fever dream, a shadow you follow
You’re always preaching to the worst of us all
You’re always preaching at our backs
I’ll beg right when the floor bottoms out
We still race to just take it
When the ink starts to fade
Start it all over
When the ink starts to fade
We’re going backwards
Following what is false
Spreading across what’s ours
It’s ours
Filling the desperate hearts
I’m getting closer
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9. |
Pneumonia Knife
04:03
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I know about all the cryptic words that they would speak
Face in her hands as the drug in her veins peak
We mourn the loss of the bridge and the distance
Cursing the name under my fucking breath
A photograph within my hand
The whole world worships a burning city
I can't keep digging holes for your loss
We all worship a burning city
Behold the seed of doubt
And may they pray before the end
The marbled eyes walk to the sight of open jaw
Answers will never be revealed
A photograph within my hand
The whole world worships a burning city
I can't keep digging holes for your loss
We all worship a burning city
I will cut it
You will watch me cut it
I'm lost inside apathy
Misplaced aggressions took me to the location
I'm lost inside apathy
This disillusion is staring at me
All eyes off
Plant your thoughts and praise into the mouth of the pale flame
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10. |
Beyond Repair
03:26
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We swam towards the net
With no voice or call for grief
This cannot all be sustained in this wasteland
The mouths are stuffed and I have broke the souls of creation
Before our last breath, the blood will forget me
We're carelessly breeding
They can't forget that we won't last
We have the information
The rise of our deception
Resist infatuation
Of your gods and your countries
To be free
We soaked our eyes in blasphemy
To be free
We choked our hearts just to keep afloat
Awake the martyr
Upon the wings of this dissolution
We grew the creatures that formed from the warpath
Our curse that these streets walk freely forget that
Rulers and rejects engage in a false act
But we give into this
We can't give into this
Let's be clear that I'm not here
Wasting away the words
Wasting the air we breathe
We ran the masses 'til the waves ran dry
Can it go on
This crisis we let happen
With every single action of hesitation
Don't feed the masses
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11. |
Choke
03:03
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Strangle the life back into the conscious
Inside you'll find a crown tied to my waist
When you fade, when I fall
The mistakes become reckless
And I know what went wrong with that filthy habit
You'll find me basking in the dust of a planet
It's the cross you bear, the thought you kneel to
All the knives came out at sunset
We're counting a loss, we're facing a crisis
All the knives came out
Enemies have left it to chance
But I traveled all the distances on my own
I'll find the meaning of value
From your last seconds on the throne
Create the language
Erase what's written
Before the righteous
Choke on your wisdom
Creatures you are
We're stranded
When will they notice that we're slowly sinking
Facing the wells of extinction
Skies open up
Points to hell
Show yourself and be damned
Rotting out the world
Crowns sink us all
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12. |
Follower
04:29
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Time is just a concept
That made us believe in our destiny
But if the scriptures have ink to dry
I'm not believing
We can always try to go home
But that doesn't mean the door will open
It's all about how you follow people in this world
But I won't follow
We washed out green shores for leaders
We carried the words of the wise
'Til the weight could hold our backs no longer
We embrace the walls we created
Grew to love them, even police them
Don't tell us what we need to hear
We know the answers will never be heard
We sealed it all up, will broken bricks and crystal ashes
Take hold of our senses one at a time
It's all about how you follow people in this world
You put your praise into a symbol
Right before we lost it all
Beliefs and torture sewn together
Die sweet prince of the massacre
For their solution, we bought into excuses
Burned our rights
Mass extinction
Carry me home, as you predicted
We lost ourselves in the grand scheme of all of it
Chains and ankles, they march towards the surface
I took a chance, now my mind is up for sale
Business of life
Not my belief
This life I take
To my mass grave
We are what tears ourselves apart
I'm indebted to the static voice that speaks to me
I'm indebted to the having, wanting, needing
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