1. |
Out On A Limb
01:38
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Rip roaring causation
Rooted in dire frustration
Creatures of stagnation
Pay no mind to abdication
In the company of rats
They bat an eye to damning facts
Laughing out loud at shots in the dark
Standing miles away right from the start
Out on a limb to tarnish foretold truths
The fiction of reasons that put us in a noose
From the underbelly they peak and sneer
Yet so possessive, so cavalier
Posted on pedestals with eyes of fear
The throes of phantom limbs
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2. |
Sharp Hands
01:39
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Hopped up on your cheap emotions
Hunger pains as you crave for commotion
Forced to live out a bad dream
No hesitation in the screams
Can’t grow out of your roaming hands
Inquired minds buried deeper in the sand
Gleam of the gas light spreads like a hive
Plagued like the piercing of a thousand knives
Your sharp hands will not command
Cut down to size
Bound to belief in beloved lies
You’re a horse of an ugly color
The honeymoon dies, move onto another
Rehearse the plot and create the demise
Justification of false laden eyes
Trauma bonds that can’t be refused
Until one is strung out on a lifeless excuse
Please then discard, the slow peal of guilt
Saving face, can’t swallow the pill
Your sharp hands will not command
Carve out blackened eyes
Still bound to belief in your own lies
These walls still talk, no finality
Failure to picture your inferiority
Recognize your sharp hands
MICKEY & BOSS ON LEAD VOCALS
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3. |
Downtrodden
00:46
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Ignorance exemplified
Your proverbial peace of mind
Beckon the call of the defeatists
Who don’t know their firm place in line
Machinations in your head
Fever dreams take shape in dread
Throngs barrage, they poke and prod
Hang you by an ever thinning thread
In a closet without a key
With the burrowing downtrodden
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4. |
Dirty Gloves
01:46
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Posing as a threat to the marauders
Everyone’s a saint in revelry
Mantras stagnant, preaching choirs
Drafting how to think and breathe
Fangs that clench to thought
Scour a scene to thwart
Burning pages by the numbers
To new depths we’ve sunk
Slaves to a witch hunt, now a failed affront
Scratch the canvas of false faces
Mass consensus for a desist
Blast the concept of their clutches
Primitive skin they try to shed
Shrouded from the rot, wager the onslaught
Consumer pride, bait for the offer
Pandemonium, no walk in the park
Purge out what remains
So there is nothing left but fodder
Cultures disintegrate
What’s left now to degrade?
… And now the tide turns black
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5. |
Clocked
02:31
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Dare you say that you’re OK
You’ve seized up and slipped away
Tasting pain, frothing sweat
Everyone is out to place your bet
Played like a tune, out for a ride
Far from reach, not knowing why
Snide are the puppets conducting the scene
Ghost of a tin god speaks to me
Used under a ruse
Under a ruse (2x)
Pressure’s on, you’re the creator
Cry wolf now, regret it later
(2x)
No longer showered with the gift of truth
Fading by the hour as it costs you your youth
A world they painted concrete gray
Heed your friends, enemies stay
They won’t fetch or come back to you
A shadowed man of somber hue
It’s true, there’s nothing left of you
Nothing left of you (2x)
Pressure’s on, you’re the creator
Cry wolf now, regret it later
Pressure’s on, there’s no abater
Cry wolf now and regret it later
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6. |
Preemptive Noose
01:09
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7. |
You’ve Got The Curse
00:55
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Bastard seed, a human fallacy
Shadows linger after their time
These years concede
Parallels discerned, dignity spurned
Is blood thicker than sickness
As the darkness turns
Mirror image of regression
Not a nice surprise
Thoughts forced out of aimless tension
It’s just dead weight in disguise
Obstruction, malfunction
Contaminate all that we know
Under tombs, intellect consumed
Treading backwards into the womb
Like breathing in the ashes
Of rites of passage forever cursed
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8. |
Second Coming
01:51
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CHRIS ON LEAD VOCALS
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9. |
Modern Problems
02:13
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Walking with a beast of Eden
Waiting for momentary bliss
Hollowed out self righteous heathens
Wonder how it came to this
Treading miles to stand trial
For questioning our ultimate being
Falling out with all in doubt
They all cower but cannot see
CHORUS:
Modern problems (all your dreams minute)
Modern problems (deaf to intuition)
Modern problems (another free subject)
Modern problems (blasting like a furnace)
Hand to mouth as we plant our feet
Only to drag through the mud
Devoid of options, we trade for deceit
Grateful to be able to strike the blood
Pay no mind to wasted time
Suddenly controlling the flux
Falling out with all in doubt
Without a whimper, without a thud
<CHORUS>
Time to waste on belief in faith
Cantankerous as we reach for a stake
Lie in your bed that’s already made
<CHORUS>
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10. |
Sterile
01:21
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Something’s afoot in a world full of martyrs
Downward perceptions are out on the loose
Those who succumb liken lambs to the slaughter
Serve the necessities of the tightened noose
Watch the spiral twisting like a staircase
Wasted potential dissolves in a last embrace
Can’t find where the size fits
You deserve this virus
Wasted time, wasted fate
Run out of time to procreate
Something’s afoot in world full of martyrs
All is too dense for a probable truce
Our world has faltered
You cannot question, there’s no use
MICKEY & BOSS ON LEAD VOCALS
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