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Under The Knife
03:58
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Put the violator under the knife
Babbling rights of inhuman life
Ignore the cries of the purest eyes
Force-feed venom to the enemy
Filthy hands remove intent and their tact
Practical solutions to secure and contrast
High time the needle slipped in
You pay with flesh so that we progress
Tester, you’ll fester – reflecting the disowned
The dead are compliant, the deeds forfeit control
Tester / Aggressor – The new way to atone
The method’s reliant on expanding every wound
Preach compassion, but can you be dispassionate
Figures hold instruments, efficient laws to circumvent
Tester, you’ll fester – reflecting the disowned
The dead are compliant, the deeds forfeit control
Tester / Aggressor – The new way to atone
The method’s reliant on expanding every wound
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2. |
My Guard Down
04:40
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Pull your teeth like currency
Swells and stings the fermented seas
New skin looks like the old one
Post-meridian lies blind the sun
Intersecting introspection creates interventions
Of deluded intent you’ll never catch me with my guard down
I’ll never find you with your head down
As I plant my feet into the ground
Misery plastered on your face
You’ll never catch me with…
This, the place where barriers cross
Two faces sink beneath the loss
They bind, then break away
I’d rather open my bones than have you stay
We are beached, bloated and fading into sand
This blue dream corroding a calm right hand
Crawl up from the stone, you might catch me with…
My guard down I’ll never find you with your head down
As I plant my feet into the ground
Will this world really be a clean slate?
Likely, we’ll just be erased
Misery plastered on your face
Burning the thorns from your branches
And breathing in all the ashes
You’ll never catch me with…
Time has not let go
Time has not let go
Minds will not let you know
Minds will not let you know
Time is never gonna let you go
Time is never gonna let you go
You might catch me with my guard down
I’ll never find you with your head down
As I plant my feet into the ground
Will this world really be a clean slate?
Likely, we’ll just be erased
Misery plastered on your face
Burning the thorns from your branches
And breathing in all the ashes
You’ll never catch me with…
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3. |
Fallen Language
04:26
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Waves of a fallen language
Unfolding without challenge
Blades upon all that’s languid
Stands along the cracks and tangles
We’ll pay for all the ridiculed syntax
As we conveyed all the deficit facts
Waves of a falling language
Unfolding without challenge (X2)
Will with all and demonstrating acts
Of calm denials in trials that last
Return to form like unbroken pretenders
And see what all the lies will render
Flames of your swollen anguish
Controlling all your damage
Days of the falling language
Open to the silence
Waves of a falling language
Unfolding without challenge (X2)
Will with all and demonstrating acts
Of calm denials in trials that last
Return to form like unbroken pretenders
And see what all the lies will render
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4. |
Prions
03:37
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Frame another crime
Set up a fool, there’s always time
Fuck your short attention span
Ignore the rules but what’s the plan?
Fractured and dismissed, you’ll never get a grasp on this
Misdirected by direction, connected to a disconnection
Cornered by an open sore, the will declines, you beg for more
Phantoms at random, gently disguised as authorized
Band together like hands and leather like sand and feathers in the wind
Your excuses now wearing thin, fractured and dismissed
You’ll never have a grasp on this
Falling through the helix, I wash away
Drowned in DNA of rivers preyed
The drunken rage and simple days
Questions of skin malfunctioned within
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5. |
Pleasure and Rust
03:43
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From the old shamed earth’s nomenclature
A bed of dull blades will replace her
Drag your arms across her back
When pleasure and rust is what you ask
Beyond all we feel, degrade and follow every instinct
Succumb to the knowledge
Zeal of soil gave birth to a cancer,
A prion within me, a home and a refuge
Shamed earth (X2)
Cuts and rust will replace her
Wounds and tears across your back
Signal folds, a new aspect
Of chosen paths to now reflect
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6. |
A Form To Be
04:04
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Gifted this sight, I’m free
Born of this crumbling tree
Facing a new conditioning
Hands out, another form to be
Crave and control words
Feel like mouths are open just to hear themselves
Walk to any talking point
This concludes our endless echo chamber show
Lifted, our words will float and freeze
Drape down a veil of sympathy
Magnified, one more form to be
Crave and control words
Feel like mouths are open just to hear themselves
Crawl to any faulting point
Feel like every knee is cut just to be sewn
Bleed, always bleed (X2)
Always bleed with me (X2)
Carve down to the truth
Carving our way through
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7. |
Data Cleanse
04:00
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And when the conversation’s over
The guilt will keep your hands in place
Not long until the wish is granted
A memory to be replaced
Did this remind you of your death?
Of all the things you can’t control?
Do you care to see what’s left?
And when the conversation’s over
You might just get a taste
Comprised of all reluctance
High crimes and empty words
Victim, scene, and suspect
From this triad you will burn
If you have to follow noise
You will see there is light (X2)
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Unholy Mirrors
05:53
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Holy, unholy reflection growing here
Trying, untying another collection of your fears
Take down this monument
Flagged down by punishment
Holy, unholy protection
Confession of their tears
Climbing, unbinding the ropes of common fears
The rust in all your gears
Take down this monument
Flagged down by punishment
Holy, unholy deception, collection of their fears
Lying, undying conviction of many years
The trust of all your peers
Take down this monument
Flagged down by punishment
Call upon your shallow breath
How many more ‘til your death?
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9. |
Wealthy In Theory
04:43
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It’s getting harder and harder to remain here
It’s getting harder and harder to remain clear
Blessed and departed, and part of it is stained here
Wealthy in theory and hearing all replacement cleared
Pain is red, always has been
The way it flows will deepen
The flesh, the debt, or whatever’s left
Will only sustain just shy of bereft
Wealthy in theory
This pain went further than should be allowed by fear
Pain is red, always has been
The way it flows will deepen
The flesh, the debt, or whatever’s left
Will only sustain just shy of bereft
Wealthy in theory
All the wealth
Devoid of health
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