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Sand
01:04
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Passing
01:42
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We've walked in circles
Time passing
And for every copycat, a feast for a rat
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Summerland
03:25
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Teeth clenched, knuckles split
Back where i started; unfit, amiss
Shepherd of the sick
I am the star of the morning
I descend into my throne of glory
Separate from time, not forward nor behind
Step from the grime, no longer confined
Lost; one with the salt, tongue turned to chalk
Oh, the circles I've walked
With nowhere to run
Got twelve on the sun, and the chamber holds one
State of mind undermines reasoning
Rob me blind, tell me lies; imprisoning
Against myself, my conscience drags me to hell
I'd give up now if I could skip the fucking farewell
Grim premonitions
Dim lights and a clouded existence
Flat lined and behind the black sky
Grim
Premonitions
My state of mind undermines reasoning
Rob me blind, tell me lies; imprisoning
Against myself, my conscience drags me to hell
Nothing's free
Pack it up and leave
Hymns sung backwards
Limbs twisted and fractured
Snow entombs and ruins
Frozen, broken
State of mind undermines reasoning
Rob me blind, tell me lies; imprisoning
Against myself, my conscience drags me to hell
I'll give up now
I am the star of the morning
I descend into my throne of glory
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4. |
Death of a Volunteer
03:32
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Born for more than this
A crown of thorns or a set of horns
Mourn for the loss of every cross
Welcome chaos
Reckless and desperate for a sense of purpose
Lifespan shortened following serpents
Burn myself alive and dive head first into the hive mind
To keep myself from being a part of the heap asleep deep inside
Haunted, unwanted, and growing more exhausted
Lessons unlearned; if I don't return, don't be concerned
Ascend - plunged in and pupils pinned
Convinced - you're still alive and everything is fine
Deny - until you die, reach the end of the line
Repent - get bent or start giving a shit
Crusade a mission of misfits
Convert the sick with a drill bit
Pain thick in the air, trespassers beware
Born for more than this
A crown of thorns or a set of horns
Mourn for the loss of every cross
Grin and fucking bare it
Push me away, I can't be saved
Shame fills my veins for another day
Exorcise the demon inside
You're no sacrifice
Crusade a mission of misfits
Convert the sick with a drill bit
Pain thick in the air, trespassers beware
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5. |
Bomblove
03:29
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Abide by genocide
A need to rectify
An outcry to nullify the outside
I'll take what's mine
Straight from the source
Full force on a shoreline with carbines
Void of remorse
Born into and aligned with a bloodline of swine
Spineless
Design the crisis
Undermine
Take what is mine
Design the crisis
Redefine what you think is fine
Pass me the torch
I feel confined from behind the side lines
Detonating in the sky, steel vultures hurling by
Suffocating, liberating
Redefine what you think is fine
Abide by genocide or step aside
I know a beast that's been seeking release
Missing a piece and slowly losing it's teeth
Nearly deceased, accepting defeat
Impaled to stop the breathing
Idol of the occult
And that's the result
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6. |
Burden of the Master
03:22
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I'm fucking volatile and hostile
Demoralized inside; fight my own advice
I hide and agonize because it feels like I fail as many times as I try
A prize fit for the size
Smile
Don't try to dial for help, there's no time
Vile lies
I'm fucking volatile and hostile every once in a while
Burden of the master guised by a
Curtain of disaster
Wrapped in a coating of plaster
If I'm alive, I need to die faster
Vile
It's not that I lack the awareness
Lies
It's just lonely in rareness
Vile
I don't believe in fairness
Lies
And I'm getting careless
I want to hear the calls for help before you drop
I want to see you engulfed in flames unfaught
I want to feel you convulse when your skin pops
I want the pulse you cannot stop
To come to a halt
It's not that I lack the awareness
It's just lonely in rareness
I don't believe in fairness
And I'm getting careless
Yeah, I'm getting careless
Cause my effort is thankless
I hope I soon perish
I can feel my frame collapsing inside me
The pressure is bleeding
My breath is depleting
The strain of a king, the weight of the crown
Burden of the master, burden of the master
If I'm alive I need to die faster
Lungs crumpled and airless
No sympathy, nobody sees
Til my body swings, til my pistol rings
I find truth as a function of power
Find truth as a function of power
Find truth as a function of power
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7. |
Blue Crush
02:21
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Coercion, self subversion
Idols resorting to some form of perversion
Give me a reason, cause it's killing season
Still breathing, I'm not done squeezing
I need to feel distinguished from the heathens
Close your eyes and pretend you're dreaming
Feed my ego with another beating
One less pest, another mess created
Hate
Ingrained
Adorned in red and embedded with lead
With a head caved in beneath a heavy hand
GO
Spread on the pavement and circled by ravens
With an obligation to maintain disorder
Lined sights and waved rights
Perjure and torture
Line my sights out of spite
Murdered out of sight
Give me a reason, cause it's killing season
Still breathing, I'm not done squeezing
Like lambs to the slaughter
Knee deep in a pool of red water
Wrap my finger 'round the trigger and fire
Bet it feels good to be the decider
Give me a reason
I siphon life, but I'm still deprived
I need to feel like the cure, but I'm only abhorred
I siphon life, I shouldn't be alive
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118
03:46
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Don't tell me I'll find my place
That all I have to do is give myself some space
Although I need the help, I never asked for it
I did this to myself
The devil's luck isn't on my side
And even though I've tried,
It seems there's just another part of me that really shouldn't be
Cause after all this time, things should have aligned
But these thoughts and I just can't coincide
So I remain in this decline
The devil's luck isn't on my side
I try to take a chance, but it seems to be
That my hopes and dreams won't stay with me
I know I have time and I can wait in line
But I don't wanna go back
I don't wanna go back
I grow weary
I'll carry on no further
My thoughts are dreary
Throw me into the burner
Regress
I will regress to pain
My chest is empty
I thought this time had passed
But it seems that this holds no validity
Mind's a mess, can't get any rest
My heart is pounding through my fucking chest; distress
I envy the comfort you find in your slumber
There is no release for me
There's no release for me
Just fucking misery
Won't live a lesser life
Bury into me your scythe
I know I have time and I can wait in line
But I don't wanna go back
Don't wanna go back
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9. |
Judge
03:58
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Drown me on the sun
Put your mouth around the barrel of my gun
Peel back my skin
Cause I'm tired of wearing this grin
Amassed to exceed my being
Downcast and I'm done believing
Relinquish hope
Forfeit to fear
Tighten the rope
Vision is unclear
An unaddressed note
Cause I forfeit to fear
Manifest the prophecy, accept fate in atrocity
Manifest the prophecy, accept fate in atrocity
I have got a promise of death, because threats unmet are just wasted breath
When the sun sets, you still sweat from the stress of your regrets and debts
I have a brand to maintain
In this domain, I reign
I'll take you from the pain to a hole in the plains
Try not to strain, it'll be more humane
Blood and veins and bleach circle down the drain
And you're a faded stain
Where you'll remain; there's nothing left to gain
I have got a promise of death, because threats unmet are just wasted breath
When the sun sets, you still sweat from the stress of your regrets and debts
Relinquish hope
Forfeit to fear
Release the hounds and hunt me down just to take my crown
Keep me bound once I'm found
Until I'm prepared to live in the ground
Peel back my skin and tell me what you see within
Find me, bind me, confine me
Assign me a day to finally be free
Wait for the day my soul finds its way
Waiting for the judge when I become the prey
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10. |
P.R.I.M.E.
01:15
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11. |
Northwoods
04:07
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I should really get to know myself
Because my mental health's depleting (impeding me)
It's all that's left after the damage I've done
Overwhelmed, spread thin and compelled
To get out of this place; to erase
I just need a brief escape
I need to contemplate some mistakes
Exterminate some fucking fakes
Am I corrupted or just self destructive
Cause I've been burning alive
Can't wait to see where I arrive
Here I lie
I don't know if I'm gonna survive tonight
Sacrifice my delusions of paradise
The price is too high
This will have to suffice
My character could use a rewrite
Just read my last rites and watch me ignite
I don't need the insight
Everything is finite
I should really get to know myself
Because my mental health's depleting (impeding me)
It's all that's left after the damage I've dealt
Am I corrupted or just self destructive
Cause I've been burning alive
Can't wait to see where I arrive
Only in the last moments of their lives
Will the parasites recognize
The creators, the judgement makers
Walks amongst you and I
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12. |
Reaper
02:48
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Reaper
Sleep through the fever
I float into the ether
Wake into a seizure
I've always been a dreamer
Take my lead
Let me bleed
Reaper
Reaper
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