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Cataclysm
01:49
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Two feet on the ground
Face down in a pool
Swinging high, so low beneath you
I have to climb onto the floor
Hopelessness is profound
Hopelessness is profound
Come back to yourself
Come back stronger
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2. |
Fail to See
02:37
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Three blind mice, three blind mice
See how they run
See how they
Run away, your heresy
The things you thought would set you free
Are not what they're supposed to be
Not what they're supposed to be
You don't need eyes, you fail to see
Your mind endures, your flesh is weak
It ties you up and burns you down
At least it never gets old
Did you ever see such a sight in your life?
Did you ever see such a knife?
No i never did, no I never will
You don't need eyes, you fail to see
Whether it cuts you up
Or it burns you to death
You'll wish you saw it
But you knew it was there
Blameless? more like complicit!
You're the lead in the bullets
You bear the mark
And you bear the omniscience too
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3. |
The Chalice
02:31
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I heard a sound
And did not know what it was
I sought wisdom in the chalice
But there was none
The sounds called to me
And I knew them as
Human souls human souls
We're all tired of living but too stubborn not to survive
Time is unforgiving when demand exceeds supply
I am my own religion, faith is never questioning why
If a body catch a body coming through the rye
So i tracked them down
To keep them for my own
To claim the prize
Of the chosen ones
It was the the sound of death
And the absence of all light
Saint or bastard?
The question still remains
We're all tired of living but too stubborn not to survive
Time is unforgiving when demand exceeds supply
I am my own religion, faith is never questioning why
If a body catch a body coming through the rye
Cursed in all we do
We conquer the day
On the road to win
But we die on the way
Victory! Victory! Victory!
There's no one left to sing our
Our Praise
Our Praise
Who can win
If there's no one left to sing
Our Praise
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4. |
Hatchet Storm
03:36
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Rain down
Rain down
Prepare
Hatchet storm
Shield your eyes
Run and hide
Get below the Earth
Get into the dirt
Rain down
Rain down
Revenge
Hatchet Storm
Shield your mind
From the shattered sky
Get into the dirt
Seek refuge in the Earth
Now I've tried my level best to be nice about it
But I'm too tired to give two shits
Both of which have turned to dust, in the onslaught of Time
Yet here I am, shit in hand, hand on heart on fire in hell
With your deluded notions of a better tomorrow
All you deserve is what you get and you get what you deserve
A Storm is coming the world is ending like it always has forever
How sweet is that?
And how the fuck did we end up like this?
Even the dirt is on fire
The air is viscous or is that just the blood in my lungs?
And who cares anyway?
At least I'm lying down.
At least I don't have to get up
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5. |
Harbingers
04:17
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They caught me down at the corner of the sun with a lion in the wings and a monkey on the run
Two flat feet, a rollie and a sack, with one whole ounce of a Good-God-Damn
The King of Killers is the saviour in our street and the saviour of our souls is a loser and a Cheat
Renegade children living in your house 'cos the revolution never had a mortgage and a Spouse
Mark one - the first of its breed
Mark two - marginally exceeds
Mark three - not enough, we need more
Mark four - we already lost the war
Count it off, count it down, count me out of this ragged little town
Each iteration is a little bit worse
We're driving to the future in a candy-coated hearse
Mark one - the first of its breed
Mark two - marginally exceeds
Mark three - not enough, we need more
Mark four - we already lost the war
It just keeps getting worse
But we're the best
At decomposing in the sun
Abandoned
The ground is made of snakes
The snakes are made of glass
Crush them with your heel
Barefoot and broken we are nothing
Not even civilised
Not. Even. Kind
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6. |
First Layer of Skin
03:35
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Newsfeeds are objects for the free and they make us want to hate
You're in the driver's seat but the steering wheel is fake
Emotion-jacking your lizard brain
Till the wealth is trickling down, it's trickling down, its trickling down your face
It cost us everything
We're civilised until we peel back the first layer of skin
Injustice is everywhere, your delicate sensibilities are fake
To the back of the line there's a prize for your mind and it will make you feel good
But you can't get over this at all
And the amplification of a negative station is super beatbox disco-breakin' hate
It cost us everything
We're civilised until we peel back the first layer of skin
Told to break the mould
Nourished by machines
Nourished by machines
It's us and them
Bipartisan
Well-equipped, weaponised self-interest
It cost us everything
We're civilised until we peel back the first layer of skin
Told to break the mould
Nourished by machines
Nourished by machines
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7. |
You Will Need Gods
02:55
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Through the cold expanse
We, of tooth and claw and rank
Soldiers swarm the darkness
Ursine death marches on
We will fight the stars
We will drink the Sun
We are not your gods
But you will need one
They will poison the light
And eat and roar and fight
You can hear them across the stars
Their violence becomes a song
We will fight the stars
We will drink the Sun
We are not your gods
But you will need one
Galaxies burn, as we fight the Sun
Gravity wells, slake the thirst we conquer
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8. |
Omega Supreme
03:12
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A philistine with a serious mind
Complex and refined and nothing that a bullet can't stop
The kind of rage for a serious age on a digital page
Let's my family know that I am the boss
I'm the man, I'm the fire brand, I am Sam, Maradonna man
I am the the hand of God
A holy roller and I'm turning tricks over
A busted Corolla in a pitch black parking lot
I got so much glass in my feet
I cut the street when I walk
I got so much glass in my soul
I cut the sky when I pray
God of the city, Goliath's son, Omega supreme
Stars are a pattern of bruises across the sky
Videosyncratic feed
I got so much glass in my feet
I cut the street when I walk
I got so much glass in my soul
I cut the sky when I pray
This is the endless refrain and it will end all the same
Just like a putrid disease
I tried my best to relate but I failed to connect
I just fray at the seams
I am without fear and without shame
I am perfect and I am beyond sane
This screen protects me from your reasons
It's my armour against insignificance
The last line of defence against torment
Against complacency is resistance
The last line of defence against torment
And mediocrity, is persistence
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9. |
No Reward
03:05
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They'll watch you burn
And they'll give you hell
There's no reward
No reward
Take my hand
I'll walk you through hell
Fall on your sword
There's no reward
No reward
Let's work it out
Let's put time aside
That time is stacking up and it's stacking high
Try to remember a world where you could hide
And I'll show you a memory
Where pigs can fly
It lives inside you and on your skin, we shut the door but it's coming in
You cannot hide
You only sacrifice
You cannot trust your senses
Your senses lie
We are the viewers we live to interact
We are no longer authors
The lights dance inside our brains while our bodies rot
It lives inside you and on your skin, we shut the door but it's coming in
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10. |
Divine Treason
02:15
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I am a deserter, I am lost, I cannot fight on because I object
My panic is real though my premise is not
I don't have a pulse but I'll take yours
The living are prey and killing is life but I don't agree so I laid down my scythe
Harvesting souls, extinguishing light, function is nothing so
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
Court Marshalled by the angel of death
High treason at his hand
The enemy I let escape now roams the earth in search of flesh
It ain't cool but it's kinda funny man
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
I Defect
Treason in the army of the dead
Treason in the army of the dead
But they aren't bound by celestial rule
Satisfied only to feed
Complexity; that which, I despise
I only want a simple life
So I doom you all
I doom you all
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Experimental sludge. Big dirty riffs, lots of shouting and also some nice bits, you'll love
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