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To our forefathers with love
Thanks for tearing the world apart.
Primitive minds are left terrified.
Strife, confinement, and the pursuit of lucidness.
This is philosophy of the history of our nations being.
Fabricated, yet it's only what the public sees.
There is significance in every move that's made.
We live inside a living,
Breathing juggernaut.
His eye sees all.
If we are so free then why are our minds not meant to be.
Don't believe thy majesty, they'll eat you alive.
He who controls the war controls our history.
Reasons of this, they are shrouded in mystery.
Evidence of schematics are hidden within the media.
Feeding off of greed, we are the prey of the beast.
We the weak, we man the front lines.
Swallow lead, make sure the beast is fed.
We have resided within the comforts of ignorance.
But, this time through it isn't bliss.
We live inside a living,
Breathing, juggernaut.
His eye sees all.
If we are so free then why are our minds not meant to be.
Don't believe thy majesty, they'll eat you alive.
I will not be marked and considered disposable.
We live like batteries, giving life to another yet simply born to die.
If we are so free then why are our minds not meant to be.
Don't believe thy majesty, they'll eat you alive.
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Thoughtcrime Is Death
03:59
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Harvest the cancer, fill the sphere to the brim.
It's overflowing with the thought of another.
Don't fall out of line, you may find yourself floating.
With the bodies of the rapt barricading the river.
Oh, big brother we are the shrewd.
Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious.
Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp.
We are the pawns.
You cannot over come the host you have created.
Betrayal was evident.
Intrigued by the powers you posses, the hunger is taking this over.
Envy will be your only angst, we will not be hollow anymore.
Oh, big brother we are the shrewd.
Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious.
Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp.
We are the pawns.
Rape the mind of it's enterprise.
Fabricate a host of drones.
Bodies are punctured, minds are altered.
The remains rest on the water.
The buoyancy decreases as the air flows out of the aperture.
Oh, big brother we are the shrewd.
Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious.
Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp.
We are the pawns.
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Cataclysm
03:54
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What makes us human?
Is it out ability to create or our ability to destroy?
To whom much is given, much is expected.
To trust the corrupt is to swallow the toxins.
We're scarred with sickening fables.
Please don't take the lives of every man with an idea.
Everything with meaning is smoldering.
Pleading to the dead will not save us.
Two billion people can be wrong.
This way of life is outdated.
We are the unarmed truth and we fight for the unconditional love,
For the final word in reality and it makes you think.
We set the stage,
We pull the strings,
Yet, we're in a world left heartless.
We live alone,
We hold our ground,
Yet, we're in a room left artless.
Lets wrap our roots around a new beginning,
Because we're in need of a designer future, a holocaust of the norm.
Sobriety is needed upon the desolate.
The country's nose is bleeding as we take another hit.
Social stratification is becoming bottom heavy.
Stirring our minds with delirious allegories won't cure past mistakes.
We are the unarmed truth and we fight for the unconditional love,
For the final word in reality and it makes you think.
We set the stage,
We pull the strings,
Yet, we're in a world left heartless.
We live alone,
We hold our ground,
Yet, we're in a room left artless.
Lets wrap our roots around a new beginning,
Because we're in need of a designer future, a holocaust of the norm.
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The Deceiver
04:11
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For God so loved the world
Is such a fabricated one liner
Whether I am right or wrong
We are both going to end the same
End the same
I will crawl out of the water
And you will magically Part it
Walk right through it
If I'm a deceiver
Then may lightning strike me down
Down
Reach for the sky
There's nothing left here for you
But atmosphere
Darwin would envy me
Lord I've been saved and it wasn't by you
Can you fathom that?
Oh can you fathom that?
My emblem of choice walks on it's own two legs
But yours just simply preaches a name
And I believe that you've all been naturally selected
To be irrational and perpetual to still believe
Believe yeah
This is survival of the fittest
Where is your savior now?
This is divine intervention
Worship the savvy
If I'm a deceiver
Then may lightning strike me down
Down
Reach for the sky
There's nothing left here for you
But atmosphere
If I'm a deceiver
Then may lightning strike me down
Down
Reach for the sky
There's nothing left here for you
But atmosphere
If I'm a deceiver
Then may lightning strike me down
Down
Reach for the sky
There's nothing left here for you
But atmosphere
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Rock N' No Soul
03:57
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You gave birth to a deaf generation
Visual talent is the new sensation
The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low
Plastic molds are the new gold
You devour virtue and spit out our glamour
Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art
This is rare
This is candor
This is sound without optical slander
You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears
I won't be the surgeons new canvas
Nor will I be the producers new plan
This machine doesn't off of music
Vanity's a drug and they seem to abuse it
You devour virtue and spit out our glamour
Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art
[Dave from We Came As Romans:]
"You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration
Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears
You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration
Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears"
This is rare
This is candor
This is sound without optical slander
You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears
This is rare
This is candor
This is sound without optical slander
You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears
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6. |
Invisible Titans
03:13
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We never would have thought that we were dead.
We were torn limb from limb.
Let this be known as our battle-hymn.
Our spirits rise from our shattered remains.
No bones to speak of, but the passion retains.
We have died and returned as a phantom.
Nothing can stop our push for power.
The asphalt stained a shade of red.
We never would have thought that we were dead.
We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hopes.
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts.
Black smoke drowned out a birth to the obscene.
The critics tried to suffocate the flames with gasoline.
Smoke and flames couldn't stop us now.
We will forever live on to haunt this town.
We have died and returned as a phantom.
Nothing can stop our push for power.
The asphalt stained a shade of red.
We never would have thought that we were dead.
We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hopes.
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts.
The asphalt stained a shade of red.
We never would have thought that we were dead.
We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hopes.
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts.
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We were seeded
By a mother culture
Children of genius
That have stalled into ignorance.
The writings on the wall
Spell out a surprising past.
We only decipher them
To be primitive artistic rash.
God dies when the churches rise
He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived
The heavens exist and our maker is there,
Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer
The gods left behind,
We're just scorned upon when appealed
They are the maps to our existence
That are soon to be revealed
The writings on the wall
Spell out a surprising past.
We only decipher them
To be primitive artistic rash.
God dies when the churches rise
He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived
The heavens exist and our maker is there,
Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer
Not ready to be the grateful slaves of the state
God dies when the churches rise
He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived
The heavens exist and our maker is there,
Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer
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Art Attack
03:26
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The greatest illusionist of all time
This is the end of an era
What a god damned shame they became
Eyes glazed over and hysterical
Like a moth to a flame
They've died with a smile
When you fight for something you can't see
How can you believe?
How can you believe?
To not have a remaining organ
That has a beat
Has a beat
The indifferent tone of your voice
Let us be your ventriloquist
The beloved, the devoted
The never ending force of the choir
Is this really so controversial?
Don't be so hypocritical
Hung by our necks, we're suspended in disbelief
We'll keep on swinging 'til judgement day
When you fight for something you can't see
How can you believe?
How can you believe?
To not have a remaining organ
That has a beat
Has a beat
The indifferent tone of your voice
Let us be your ventriloquist
The beloved, the devoted
The never ending force of the choir
In the eye of the illusionist
Oh, what a pretty picture you are
To lay down
In the eye of the illusionist
Oh, what a pretty picture you are
To lay down
The indifferent tone of your voice
Let us be your ventriloquist
The beloved, the devoted
The never ending force of the choir
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Creatures Of The Night
04:08
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These creatures travel through the night
Coming to your town, bearing ideas through melody
They are the voice of a million upon open minds
They hold true, until they die, so much they're blind
You can stop an army, but no barricade can stop an idea
But the power they're all leaving
Shall conquer the universe
They have given it all up
Just for the rush of the voyage
Constantly in transit,
But never alone
A family, not through blood
It's something deeper in our bone
They're still versed in nature,
But warriors at heart
Their rapping, a choice
Ourselves wish for art
These vagrant souls are in no search of a home
The feed on friends and misery
In hopes of turning inside-out
Who we don't really need, do you feel me?
Creatures of the night
People fear these persuasive creatures
Hiding the risk of exposure
They travel for many miles,
To leave an impression
They are the carriers of the truth
And it's slowly spreading
They seem to be exactly
Just what everyone's been dreading
They're still versed in nature,
But warriors at heart
Their rapping, a choice
Ourselves wish for art
These vagrant souls are in no search of a home
The feed on friends and misery
In hopes of turning inside-out
Who we don't really need, do you feel me?
Creatures of the night
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10. |
Element 151
04:13
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Satellites are falling to the ground
The trusting don't make a sound
What are we here for?
There are lights in the sky
Brightly flashing in patterns
(Mr. Lazio was so right)
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras create a different night
Losing touch with our sense of fear
This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel
This isn't human, I know this can't be human
The ulterior are here
The world is in an uproar
Oblivious to warnings
That are embroidered by the media
(Mr. Lazio was so right)
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras create a different night
Losing touch with our sense of fear
This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel
This isn't human, I know this can't be human
Will they devour our world whole,
Or spit it out because of the wretched taste?
The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras create a different night
Losing touch with our sense of fear
This is your vision of splendor, a loss of feel
The emotion arrived, disappears from what once was home
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