1. |
stampede
03:57
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walls came crashing in
palms came pressing in
lead slices air
lead slices thru skin
plant in fleets
like flesh meeting cleats
another bloody harvest
replant the seed
stampede
the herd is out for blood yet again
to rip innocence limb from limb
caught in the middle, left in the dark
trampled lives fall apart
they had us scurrying like mice
into death infested streets
shards and shattered bone
slice thru naked feet
look back into the mouth of hell
and watch others fall
all ears bursted by the sirens call
stampede
the herd is out for blood yet again
to rip innocence limb from limb
caught in the middle, left in the dark
trampled lives they fall apart
run thru the streets like a marathon
there's no finish line in sight
they look so relaxed laying facing the sky
but there are no stars out tonight
just the foot comin down
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2. |
merge
06:03
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as seconds pound away
as we dance in dying days
prescribed "alive" a means to deal
look in your eyes how human do you feel?
arteries - circuitry
in this drying sea they will have the last dance
we are the fish in drying seas
the artifice we grovel kiss its feet
blood and circuits they shall merge
feel the digital beat pulsing thru your
arteries - circuitry
in this drying sea they will have the last dance
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3. |
bleak horizon
00:47
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4. |
eternal dusk
03:50
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pulsating aura cradles dark skies
clouded decay spans horizon lines
it's not day, it's not night
cycle's broken with no hope in sight
try so hard to lay yourself to sleep
skin begins to feel a scolding heat
when it knocks at the front door don't breathe
don't you breathe, don't you dare breathe
now we can lock ourselves inside
but there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
this is eternal dusk
no holy water will wash blood off these
hands, best pray you die in peace
undead arise from shallow graves
so who's the one to blame?
as your skin proceeds to boil away
want me to say you'll be okay
want me to lie when it's not alright
not alright, you won't be alright
now we can lock ourselves inside
but there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
this is eternal dusk
nowhere to run or hide
the heart slows cold
eternal dusk
swallows us whole
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5. |
burnt like coal
06:40
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there's a place far from sight
past barbed wire, past landmines
behind closed doors, front of closed eyes
lay a new nightmare in disguise
where wildest dreams never come true
where vultures fiend for something new
where an empire reigns in emptied veins
a tight-kept veil on a godawful truth
smoke stacks beat in the distance
ashes choke the breeze
smoke stacks beat in the distance
roaring flames drown out the screams
these sheep dogs, these minute pigs
hate-raid the land, and unsifted nets
roll full to new-tent-city, a concentration metropolis
then send the spent towards the windy graves
towards the fortress behind all this
where bones explode with shattered dreams
where no one knows where the corral leads
if you're snatched up you disappear
next stop the dead end of tears
smoke stacks beat in the distance
ashes choke the breeze
smoke stacks beat in the distance
roaring flames drown out the screams
smoke stacks beat in the distance
ashes choke the breeze
smoke stacks speak no one listens
roaring flames drown out the screams
conveyors buckle
gears grind into place
womyn, men, children blindfolded and smoking
to ease the pain
shoveled into the furnace to be erased
days in black and white
dim and night, an endless winter
why the blue left the skies
and the blood arises as red as ever
red gold soaks the pistons, soaks the hands
tongues towards what's left of the sun
those aren't snow flakes on your tongue
burnt like coal
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6. |
full-chambered roulette
07:02
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these could be the last words that you hear
and i may already be dead and gone
path narrowed down our fool's golden years
fate sealed with a kiss, said and done
everything you know, everything you love
everyone you know, everyone you love
every shred of hope, every drop of blood
disappears, it's not near, it's not nigh
it's right fucking now
but what do you do?
too little too late
just spin the wheel
just finish the game
finger to the trigger...
pull. we've got the barrel to our heads.
is there a sound if no one is around
when a ghost town that scrapes the sky
comes crashing down to the ground?
either way, grave's the same
pick a curtain, choose the noose
choose how you wanna die
every curtain is another bullet in
this game of full-chambered roulette
another bullet in for every shit-eating grin
this is full-chambered roulette
pull. we've got the barrel to our heads
death-throed husks will disappear into the dust
and any trace of grace drowned in the sea
of our inhumanity
but when we finally realize the end is now
there will be no hands to hold no roses to ring around
when we all fall down
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