1. |
Empyrean
05:43
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They say masters control us all
and we leave it up to fate.
What it takes to prove them wrong,
is what it takes to prove me right.
To contribute nothing else,
but to learn from your mistakes.
What it takes to block the sun,
is what it takes to win the fight.
Turn your back on ancients, mend your broken lives.
Your mind skips a beat
and your mouth follows shape...
to encourage what you do
and the mockery that you made
The scars you can't mask,
make up every word you think.
As the museum burns,
and wisdom is forsaken.
Turn your back on ancients, mend your broken lives.
If you had a chance
you'd be born a giant,
still the worms will know
where the corpse is buried.
We create one lasting proof,
only reason please my mind
we'll use the sages wills
and the life we project
Seen through an aperture
with all the splendid guests.
except the one who fears his life
and the child he infects
Turn your back on ancients, mend your broken lives.
We awake, we feel the sun
dread our flights into the night
the source of pride in company
to need it all and bind yourself
Turn your back on ancients,
mend your broken lives.
If you had a chance
you'd be born a giant,
still the worms will know
where the corpse is buried.
Writhing serpents under the sand
No grief for the mistaken
Victims fallen to the dance
The tragedy to make them come...down
In the night, there's a whisper.
Rejections in slow motion
Accusations bring us together
Just another bunch of scandals
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2. |
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We head to work at our dead end job
drink the poison when the day is done
We take what we're given
The Wolves became slaves to superstition,
pumped their young full of fear...
'til there’s nothing left to dream
Be the one, blessed with ideas, not words
Shed inherited stigmas from birth.
shattered your corporal husk
Phoneys
They sing a sermon for the weak of mind
picked pocketed on bended knees
holidays, hopes and prayers
Do you feel your spirits something real?
you've got your reasons
and I've got time
Hideous murderer, a ruthless fake
homophobic, fucking racist
an arrogant, vapid construct,
obsessed by your own creations
unshakeable
confidence
in their own
righteousness
a population
starved to death
some words in a tome
won't cut it
THE CRESENT
is no longer fertile
left instructions in Aramaic
CRIPPLED
pinned down by a cross
as the hopeless wail
CONFESS
you protect rapist
and should be locked up
MY ADVICE
I don't want my family, or my friends
to be like you
Bring us
the teacher
The gadfly
Bring us
the teacher
The gadfly
Show all
the cynics
The benefactors
Bring us
the teacher
The gadfly
You seek frauds and faith healers,
a life of servitude.
the hymns --
that they've murdered too
They conquered cultures
hid it in mosques
in temples and
graveyards
Poisioned water supply
bring the second coming,
indulgences for
wealthiest
They burned the books
They killed the teacher
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3. |
Collective Imitations
05:46
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Concentrate, crystal-clear, beckoning
Striving to forget as quick as it was done
The gaze they gave snared a dream, shook you up
Critics keep a hidden face the modern world
The bets you hedged let you down and sold you out
The words expressed how you felt...you let them down
The ceremony
in the maze
prove to serve their point
off your mark
can't even stretch
or appreciate an ounce of heart
Cheap Spotlight we adore, pushing doubts
To build them up, shut them down, and kick them out
The ones we praised, hit with rocks, to take their crown
The ceremony
in the maze
prove to serve their point
off your mark
can't even stretch
or appreciate an ounce of heart
High on limitations
Pull the plug on composure
Don't blame my clues
You can't handle the promise
High on expectations
I can feel the warning
Worked too damn hard
To give up the silver
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4. |
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Fill the chasm as our worlds clash
Tracing our path, sifting through the ash
of a tidal wave, I'm drawn under
To turn from the sea, watching the window.
Search for me
I will forget my king
Kneel down and dream
if you want to live
with the yearning of
the enslaved,
the promised land
for the oppressed.
Don't come closer
or you'll disappear,
it's full of ghosts
with a poisoned hope, the...
...Attentäter
Parting the waves
The herd marches
Home to their graves
Content in shit
In their tradition
Independence
It's my sedition
No gods is written
It's in my veins
Your voice is a root
Screaming my name with...
...the yearning of
the enslaved,
the promised land
of the oppressed.
Attentäter
Parting the waves
The herd marches
Home to their graves
Content in shit
In their tradition
Independence
It's my sedition
No gods is written
It's in my veins
Your voice is a root
Screaming my name like...
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Decoherence
06:09
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A new chance to break the chains
Sink the ship in the soil
Speak the secrets
Abandon trials
The right key for the wrong doors
You sold your dreams, that gold will rust
The handcuffs never loosened up
Every fist will open
Enslaved to none
it's all about to change
How's the air?
the parking lot?
You might have draw, but how's your heart?
Heat distortion, but you lock step and toppled the lighthouse
Every day is death.
Can't make you dance, but the scars we get make everything worth it.
Shrapnel in their lungs while their backs are crushed
You are under the last star of a lost constellation.
My old muses erode beneath my second skin
Shrapnel in their lungs while their backs are crushed.
Frozen waters and winters escape us.
The lights and promises separate our welfare.
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6. |
The Manufacturer
05:13
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The coffin they built for us
its flat plastic
holds all the
weight of sorrow
The cancer it forms
the ulcers it tears
the sleep that it steals
out of unending stress
Every dollar spent is a tragedy
who breathes our air and walks our streets
Potential for a new start with every sentient thought
Embarassment for the way that we'd treat our own
no one feeling guilt and no on takes a stand
this gift of life is precious
Between out stretched arms
and fattened belts
is the truth
we could do more
To kidnap and murder
to worship a TV
What's life worth?
when you have none.
From making up stories
wrapped in more lies
and told again as laws
Can we call this home?
Can we call this life?
Anyone without a stage
without a voice, without a care
Everyone has a story
Anyone I'd rather not be
cause billions won't get the chance and I'm sure they'd rather
we've reached critical mass
and hopelessly
held down
we will never get it back
we gave up enough freedom
under this hopeless guise
No more excuses
No more self doubt
cause you've gone deaf
without hearing you speak
without reading their words
with no marks left on the earth
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7. |
Apeiron
02:00
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