1. |
I: Showtime
03:26
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Gather me a sizable crowd
Remove the blindfolds
Let them witness something better
Call out the elders
They need to hear the truth
I'm not new, just out of the blue
A proud lion relishing his coliseum
I'm burning the trash
and flooding the streets with foreign ash
Lambs eagerly licking their wounds
Something for nothing
The cycle is stunning
I pulled off the red
The carpet is merely your donations in blood
This is the high you get high to justify
A portrait painted by a God devoid of eyes
CHORUS
Yeah baby I'm a vertebrate on call
And I'm willing to show my bones if you promise not to scrape the walls
Look to your right. You know he's never gonna be me
Now the other right. Her children now bear my name by some judge's decree
When I came here, I had a drink
First the lips, then the tongue and down into the abyss
What came next made me think
That little deer never sold herself as a prospective kiss
Thy name features not on your beloved stepping stone
You need three or more to be allowed in the open air catacombs
In by myself
While you're out asking for assistance
No pleb or web shall make me walk the path of least resistance
Read the background
You'll learn you didn't make the credits roll at all
Don't look up, I'll be looking down
This stare still spells pity
"He was sent to paralyze
To shed you of your meaningless, undeserving lives
The culmination of two decade's worth of upswing
Now hear hear, the royal cadence of the King:"
CHORUS
Yeah baby I'm a vertebrate on call
And I'm willing to show my bones if you promise not to scrape the walls
Look to your right. You know he's never gonna be me
Now the other right. Her children now bear my name by some judge's decree
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2. |
II: Drowning Shell
04:43
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Here were the rain makes me feel safe
Where the drowning come to ask God for a better place
Where the chains and the coil are best kept locked away
I will not sleep until you've lead me astray
Shorter distances for shuffled hearts
The jury for this one has been out from the start
You won't get left behind
Not until they've seen you hit their stride
Shorter distances for shuffled hearts
The jury for this one has been out from the start
And counting fingers gives way to equations
Another way to pull the trigger on my patience
Chorus
This is the last of me
Out of that moonlit window
Where the wind doesn't blow and the sea does not know
The mirror is still closed
My heart is convinced it needs proper expansion
So I flooded the tunnels with unrelenting passion
The cracks and fractures are shallow enough to mend
But deep underwater there's no air left to ascend
The ground promptly marked me its property
Now I bleed like the rest
Damn this monarchy
The sea did try to gild this pale crust
but the river baptized me in bitter rust
Shorter distances for shuffled hearts
The jury for this one has been out from the start
What was received was then swiftly denied
But I shall mind my step until the day I die
CHORUS
This is the last of me
Out of that moonlit window
Where the wind doesn't blow and the sea does not know
The mirror is still closed
(Between the weeping and pretending,
How do you decide what's beggining and what's ending?)
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3. |
III: Obsidian Gazer
03:40
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Choke on your indifference
Goddamn hound, this is high treason
Feel my breath against your face
Throw up those lungs
fucking disgrace
Hear me roar
Your master
I neglect you
Helpless bastard
These hands are restless
The wood reeks of distress
I dare not stand on my feet
A virgin's trip into the terror pit
I still feel your scythes on me
The demons know it, that's why they've broken free
Chorus
Don't need no filth on paper
I'll need a life for later
A cesspool, suburban rats
A wound infected with such grief will not heal so fast
The sight of me as been a nuisance for the beast
Who hides in his cave in preparation for the feast
My voice is gone, dry from the screams that lured him
I'm a disease, I don't deserve to live for free
Leashed in a den of flies
"He shall wither before he dies"
Now you can hear their lips sync
"My boy, I will feast until you sink"
Well-fed with screws and nourished with tough love
"What is the matter with that boy? He's hell bent on staring above"
Chorus
Don't need no filth on paper
I'll need a life for later
Now mop that wet floor
Mop that fucking floor
I want you dry
When the guests arrive
Someday I'll skin that juggernaut
Use his hide to take the sunlight away from his crops
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4. |
IV: Cluster Pit
03:44
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Flowing free or freely bleeding
Over-burdened citizens breeding
Spacious liberties, here, land of the free
What is the point if there's no space even for a tiny fucking flea?
Teach them lessons, pry words out
Cry, stutter, sing and shout
Lively sweating, rash leads to rash
All human ways lead to the secret garbage stash
Chorus
Mother's milk won't delay the decay
Truth is not as easy to say when your lover is in play
Wisdom catalyzed by idiocy
Unable to paint the world with any degree of accuracy
Acutely in love with the globe on the screen
These colors paint wonders but none feels like true green
Mechanically apt, roll over, adapt, a cat takes a nap, and your will finally snapped
Chorus
Mother's milk won't delay the decay
Truth is not as easy to say when your lover is in play
Chemical stains leave bypassers at bay
A beer and a butt, daily conference of smut
The head is not safe until it's safe in its grave
Worm of the senses, anointed by someone who behaves
Summoning critters from an artist's deviance
Force-fed with visceral experience
Casting spells with barren hands
Denying them their own commands
Waiting for the dice to stop
It's either half a life or total flop
Accept the table as your throne
Where one can eat, profit and touch each other's own
First thing you should know about
Throw that fucking rulebook out
(Chemistry's heavily readily pedantry)
If one takes two and calls it rough
Another may easily harbor five brothers in rage inside her own secretive spot
(A major in physics prolific in all things holistic)
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5. |
V: Crimson Legion
06:17
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Ego novi imperii primogenitus
Tegendis corporibus Jupiter sanctorum laureaque honoraritis
Victorem omnium impuris, Pontifex Maximus
Nutritus a matre lupae se
Invocant te, civium fortium Aquae Flaviae
Noctis celebrare nostro lateri gerit arma
Maecenas Diis opus sumus
Et seminaverunt metent
Cives imperium, vos scitis
quia jam habemus nostram hostes nescio aliud
Nos aeris sonabit quoniam ad lumen eius
Multo amplius in portis
Ubi demorati sumus ire, tempus evanescat
Nos pergemus in solido usque ad pedes desinunt sentiunt
Atqui novimus sane omnes nihil fit sine labore
Sine virtus, sine laus.
Hoc scire
Mea anima est cum te
Nostra animae sunt cum vobis
Amplectere dominum ac natura
Veritas Vos Liberabi
Omnes enim mori
Sic transit gloria mundi
Mors non est ultima linea
Vincit omnia veritas
Egredere roman superbia
Carpe noctem!
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6. |
VI: Soulfinder
06:35
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Come down, there is no harm in sound
No place. No where. I found harmony lying around
The script was stained, I left it at my bedside
I close my eyes and I wash off these emerald lies
But I was awake
Humming to the sound of a mountain top about to break (x2)
Away from history
From things to be
The air is too thin
And my course will have to marry the sea
Come down, there is no harm in sound
No place. No where. I found harmony lying around
Searching the static for constellations
I kiss the stars as they oscillate my foundation
Now I got my hands on you baby
Don't you dare run away
Because I'm on my way (you're in my way)
(I'm in my own way)
Losing my place at a peaceful pace
The threads are there but I can't stay (x2)
And every night I can't help cuddling with disgrace
Hoping to feel the breeze of his wavering grace
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7. |
VII: Creeping Scourge
03:55
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Out of this swamp the air is breathable
Nostrils are clear but eyes are still skeptical
Allbodies pulling me down
The bells don't ring anymore in this town
I hear you. Your breath hasn't left my face
But your words are wasted in deep space
Cutting clean and dressing up down the stream
These ducks are keen on collective self-esteem
A poet's torment written in black rims and spelled in flowery bowels
Just like a stubborn cancer who will not throw its towel (x2)
History's slate is wiped clean
So you can go ahead and re-imagine it in dreams of a coward's mescaline
Let me teach you how to let go
A machine's faithful recreation of a a taxidermist's elation
All the bodies are rambling but I'm still stuck on probation
Lead yourselves out of that cage, the lock already has been picked
Because it's one look up and six feet deep, just like your brothers in the crypt
This is why I refrain from from the odds
Sitting at the top is too unstable
I'd rather be in charge of the warning shots
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8. |
VIII: Pangaea's Song
02:48
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9. |
IX: Unheeding Explorer
04:10
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Find me
In this nut jar full of stains
I'm lost
Amidst this nation's growing pains
Divide, tear apart, dismember
Feel the wood crackle in the rear end of December
Oh marvelous pain, with a far cry you're given name
The dogs from yesterday still lick that puddle of shame
Thy kingdom comes
A fool's notorious rags
The whiskey burns
The muse's amusement nags
Glory. Gold. Water. Wolves.
A cup of mercy for all the stories sold
My dear, you sure love to pretend
Drowning dry on wet cement
All the bodies will ascend
All of me will have to wait for the sand to start to mend
Say it now or you won't hear the end of it.
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10. |
X: Golden Halo
03:57
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Let doves fly high
Above the clouds where hands don't count
Hoods passing by
In no man's land the truth is held by no man's account
Carved in the bold
Legible laws, allbodies adhere and applaud
Lo and behold
White robe, God's gold, faithfully flawed
Please let this light in
Join the joyful ranks of devotion's own arms
Now shed that free man's skin
Agreement signed, this clause now binds you to sustain any outside harm
I can tell your spirit's breaking apart
So help me god I will make you one again
Just so you can join this crusade of cleansing pain
Chorus
Anointed by the guiding light of a virgin bride
Heaven lies inside
Call off the demons
No life left on the filthy heathen
Let doves fly high
Above the clouds where hands don't count
Hoods passing by
In no man's land the truth is held by no man's account
Heed my son, this grace's not sold
Thw'as god who granted you this mercy ball
So no matter what you are told
The meaning of your life resides in the father's hall
Hear. Kneel. Feel.
I gave birth to the message in time
Blood is flowing, they tell me it's fine
Seen the way and the wayfarer's weight
It weighs deep on my conscience, I hope it's not too late
He cries the river, blows the storm
How fitting for a muse with a halo for horns
Your honor, please have mercy
On a mother whose white dress is still dirty
Chorus
Anointed by the guiding light of a virgin bride
Heaven lies inside
Call off the demons
No life left on the filthy heathen
Mourn your dead
On your bed
Water washes the crimes
I hope there's nothing inside
I won't know how to survive
When he comes I won't have to hide
Hear the sacred hymn in silence
Postpone his repressed violence
Kneel down to Elohim's sight
Swallow this untainted light
Feel the holy spirit's touch
Belief is never too much
You are now one among many
First step: drop a pretty penny
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11. |
XI: Timeburner
05:39
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Midsummer's eve
Vaguely resembling a shadow of past glories
of mice, men and other kinds of thieves
Who are bound to this earth by heartfelt stories
Chorus
But I simply must go on
A stronger will to call upon
Towards the end, the fabled sudden downfall
A mighty armor to endure the longest haul
Remember the efforts in vain
To mask and hide the pain
Closed eyes sooth the mind
I wish I declined
Moonlight, how it thrives when it arrives
Next time I'll make an effort to survive
A body sunken by little dots of light
Synapses limp, I must be high
Been at this throne for far too long
Clawing at nerves, it longs to prolong
Chorus
But I simply must go on
A stronger will to call upon
Towards the end, the fabled sudden downfall
A mighty armor to endure the longest haul
Remember the efforts in vain
To mask and hide the pain
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12. |
XII: Showdown
06:04
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It's come to this
The final obstacle, the insurmountable mountain
The waves crash on his shores
But it's me who will take on the encores
A sanctuary, so to speak
Self-appointed despoiler of the weak
The crows come in doves lead on by a mystic tongue
Betrayer of the promises to which he clung
And now I'm face to face with this walking disgrace
Cursing the monster I was born to replace
Chorus
Valor, strike this heart twice
Where compassion was not so precise
Show me the faces I've left behind
So I may sing in unison with all their crimes
Seeker of truth
A mind that forgot the meaning of youth
The perfect storm
A puzzling encounter between the bleak and the norm
What an ironic twist of fate
When irony takes a cue from hate
If these scabs keep on bleeding
Then no love in the world will detach me from this feeling
Light will burn once more
When allbodies proclaim new war
Chorus
Valor, strike this heart twice
Where compassion was not so precise
Show me the faces I've left behind
So I may sing in unison with all their crimes
Oh god, won't you sever the nerve
That keeps on spoiling my just deserts
Keep on
The figurants will play along
Stay strong
For this hour's not too long
There's a little boy in every sad story
Without a care in the world and full of glory
Now close your eyes my son, there's nothing to worry
I'm the bad man who will choke you
and I'm sorry.
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