1.The New Hell
Lyricist：Mark Anthony Garza, Andrew Haston Godwin, Nick Nowell, Jon
Richardson
All quiet on the set now, put your heads back into the sand
And wait to hear your name called
The piss poor defense of an army of yes men
Force fed a diet, born of textual corruption
Oh, the horror, a grim thing to behold
Hanging by our necks from the Bible belt
Let the words read, we bit the hand that feeds
Oh, the horror, we did this to ourselves
So, in our scramble to avoid being the nail that is sticking out
the most
We seem to have left just a few things behind
Our sense of decency, some pieces of James Byrd
No matter what don't look them in the eyes
This is the new hell
2.Ad Mortem
Ad Mortem＊
To stop
A setting sun
Whose time has come
On the day of a lifetime.
A crime
You didn't try
To emphasize
The struggle to get there.
Face it, this is a war that you are losing
A scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest.
So scratch your skin to feel alive,
An amateur surgery.
Don't pluck the splinter from your eye,
The joys of life are gory.
Bend back the finger until it snaps
To splintered bone and crushed veins.
Scream out until both lungs collapse,
All hail the dark new campaign!
There is a special place in hell for people like you.
A life
Immortalized
By serpent eyes
And a beautiful forked tongue
To beg
For some restraint
It sounds the same
As the day that we first met.
So now,
Drown it out in holy water,
Vicodin and dollar bills.
Your dirty hands
Can thread the needle through your skin
But they can't wash away your guilt.
There is a special place in hell for people like you.
3.We Are The Wolves
Lyricist：Mark Anthony Garza, Andrew Haston Godwin, Nick Nowell, Jon
Richardson
We are the wolves tearing at your flesh
We are the fangs feeding from your neck
Exsanguinated efforts torn from the weakest veins
A satiated hunger, bleached bone pious remains
Black sun rising
Give in to instinct and beg for solace
A welcomed promise of the end
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept
Seek out the tendons left to rend
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets
Once washed in the blood of the Lamb
I am the stench of suffocating breath
I am the resting place of everlasting death
A cross of good intentions knelt to on broken knees
A once revered sepulcher now filled with foul disease
Black sun rising
Give in to instinct and beg for solace
A welcomed promise of the end
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept
Seek out the tendons left to rend
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets
Once washed in the blood of the Lamb
A cross of good intentions knelt to on broken knees
A once revered sepulcher now filled with foul disease
Black sun rising
Give in to instinct and beg for solace
A welcomed promise of the end
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept
Seek out the tendons left to rend
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets
Once washed in the blood of the Lamb
We are the wolves
We are the wolves
We are the wolves
We are the wolves
We are the wolves
(We are the wolves)
We are the wolves
(We are the wolves)
We are the wolves
(We are the wolves)
We are the wolves
(We are the wolves)
4.Turner Classic Diaries
Lyricist：Mark Anthony Garza, Andrew Haston Godwin, Nick Nowell, Jon
Richardson
Gutless, comatose
Freedom rings, sounding from
A shallow grave
Clamoring for some sweet sickness
Hark, the herald angels sing
Of misanthropes and monuments
Razor wired with hunger pangs
Gnashing teeth and impotence
Turner classic diaries
The order of anger is sequenced in hate
Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children
Who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear
It's gutless
Wave the flag, sing the praises
Thin the herd before they breed
Throwing stones from glass houses
Gun shows and the Waco siege
What a man and what a message
Ignorant and asinine
The Oklahoma City bombing
Thanks to you, now realized
Turner classic diaries
The order of anger is sequenced in hate
Cosmo-theistic doctrines of fiction by foolish children
Who firmly believe there is no comfort like fear
It's gutless, you should be so ashamed
5.Bigger Cages, Longer Chains!
Lyricist：Mark Anthony Garza, Andrew Haston Godwin, Nick Nowell, Jon
Richardson
The swine are circling and they've tasted blood
Poster children for manifest destiny
And they have become a farm team of rednecks
With cable TV and nothing better to do
Rows of teeth waiting patiently to take the place of the newly
lost
The sound of the footsteps outside are loudest at this time of
night
They have strength in their numbers and God on their side
Waving guns in the air using pride as a guise
Paralyzed masses with fear in their eyes
Overreaching, overreacting, now the spirit of the times
Fair-weather captains directing these ships of fools
If their hands do touch blood
I am innocent, they were innocent, I am innocent
The sound of the footsteps outside are loudest at this time of
night
They have strength in their numbers and God on their side
Waving guns in the air using pride as a guise
It takes more than a minute to make you a man
Arming corn fed confederates, is that what we call a plan？
Pilate standing with one foot in his own grave
Our hands are as filthy as they have ever been
6.The Crown And The Holy See
Who is the father of the son of man, and to what has he given
birth？＊
A thousand little lies to pave the way, leading to what we have
become.
Building nation states, theocracies by extension of strength.
Bow to the powers that be, be they that of The Crown or of The
Holy See.
The threat of indoctrination is the most dangerous of them all.
Who is the father of the son of man, and to what has he given
birth？
A thousand little lies to pave the way, leading to what we have
become.
Brace for what comes next from the military-industrial complex.
A modern day crusade. These colors don't run, but they do tend
to fade.
A line too thin to measure between the two hands on our throats,
The greater and the lesser of the devils we know.
Enough of the cowards. Enough of the thieves. Enough of the
tyrants. There is no reprieve.
The threat of indoctrination is the most dangerous of them all.
Lyrical commentary by vocalist Nick Nowell：
'This song is about the latently racist middle-aged guy who
votes a straight-party-ticket because he slurps down his
doctrine from A.M. radio and drives a $40,000 truck with a faded
bumper sticker on it that has an American flag and says 'THESE
COLORS DON'T RUN!' He never had the gumption to serve in the
military, but his idea of foreign policy involves a dusting of
prayer and a healthy dose of nuclear codes. After all, his
pastor said 'An eye for an eye!' and 'Plus, they pray to the
wrong god anyway.' Don't worry though, he sleeps just fine at
night, he already has a spot in heaven. No matter what your
opinion is on government, religion, or the complete sham of a
line that separates the two, I think we can all agree that when
you allow your opinion to be bought and sold by strangers with a
verifiable agenda, your voice should be relegated to the fringes
of important national discussions.'
7.VII The Fraudulent
Lyricist：Mark Anthony Garza, Andrew Haston Godwin, Nick Nowell, Jon
Richardson
Liars, how far is far enough？
When will you stop this？
Just when is your work done？
Who do you think you are？
Children playing dress up with dad's guns？
Shouting orders from bitter blackened lungs
The grandest drunken brawl
The talking heads will praise your valor
The crimson gore of the martyr
Bathed in the light of the sun
A monolith forged in fire
Praised by poisoned tongues
The sheep when led to the slaughter
Despite their urges to run
Must heed the calls of their shepherds
Until there are none liars
Vultures, cowards in the sky
Are now descending on the bones of what has died
Their mothers must be so proud of them
For doing just as they were told
Spending their lifetime
Being bought and sold
I'll see your Ruby Ridge
And I will raise you one Jonestown
A battle less cloak and dagger
And much better publicized
The towering weight of a nation
It's better not to fight, liars
It's haunting to think that our hands
Are what built this thing before our eyes
But rest assured it is real
And it will not stop until it controls our lives
8.A Pavement Of Good Intentions
Lyricist：Mark Anthony Garza, Andrew Haston Godwin, Nick Nowell, Jon
Richardson
Show yourself for what you are
Pathetic scum, pernicious fool
It's best just not to fight it, wait for the curtain call
If one dose makes it better try ten to end it all
Snake oil held up in lanterns, the lighting suits you well
Pavement of good intentions still leads you straight to hell
Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound
Just be aware it is soon coming down
A canon of proportion, focused but out of frame
Here is the revelation, we are all just the same
Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain
Show yourself for what you are
Pathetic scum, pernicious fool
The stunning revelation, the hope to soon become a meager
Ever willing prodigal bastard son
Stunning displays of malice, you'll get what you deserve
An ugly truth that there are some things you can't unlearn
Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound
Just be aware it is soon coming down
A canon of proportions, focused but out of frame
Here is the revelation, we are all just the same
Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain
Here is the gruesome truth
I'm just as awful as you
Wretched, conniving, spiteful, wrong
Make yourself sick, gorge on the sound
Just be aware it is soon coming down
A canon of proportions, focused but out of frame
Here is the revelation, we are all just the same
Damned to repeat the past, chasing our tails in vain
9.A Fragile Peace
A grinding narrative＊
Set on a razor's edge,
The culmination of a lifetime.
It stutters to a stop
Then crumbles into ruins,
Bones held up by wire.
You don't put
The gun in your mouth
Because you like the way that it tastes.
It's a testament
To the will of man
And the progress we have made.
In a sense
We've done our best
To lay it all to waste.
So cavalier
And so secure
Dressed in our Sunday finest.
A debt we all must pay,
Bit by bit by agonizing
Pieces of ourselves
To warlords and profiteers
All huddled in dark masses,
Xenophobes and killers.
Commercialized regret
Manufactured in the falsest
Pretense of sorrow.
'Those wretched fools,'
you'll think,
'All huddled in dark masses,
Ripe for the taking.'
Sycophants and slaves.
Bone soaked in blurry tears,
The matted grey of ashes,
A liturgy on our failings.
Choke down a Eucharist
Of flesh and tinny blood
To find a fragile, fleeting peace.
Crawl back from whence you came, tormentors.
Lie in the bed that you have made.
Suffer the fools in silence,
Let your actions speak for themselves,
Because actions speak for themselves.
10.Pyrithion House
Lyricist：Mark Anthony Garza, Andrew Haston Godwin, Nick Nowell, Jon
Richardson
Just dodged a close call
So tell me how does it feel
To put your hand in the fire
And pull it back in one piece？
Connect the dots
Back to a sense of relief
Remember everything
You did that day
Stare at the night sky
And feel the pulse beneath scars
Count back the minutes
To know how lucky you are
Connect the dots
Back to a sense of relief
Remember everything
You did that day
You came so close to being alive
For what it's worth at least you tried
Remember everything
You did that day
11.To The Teeth
Lyricist：Mark Anthony Garza, Andrew Haston Godwin, Nick Nowell, Jon
Richardson
The way I see it the choice is clear
Why would we run when we can hide？
The day of reckoning is drawing near
Gather the virgin suicides
Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie foolishly
Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew
Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done
The mark of the beast
The fate of a nation
A painful release
There is no justification
So there we have it, our minds are made
Better to play dead than to fight
And after all we are afraid
Of sabers rattling in the night
Dig us the shallowest graves in which to lie foolishly
Make peace with the ugly truth we never knew
Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have
Sleeping so fitfully, wrestling with what we have done
If this place doesn't make you sick
It's because you've suppressed your reflex
To tell right from purely evil deeds
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