1.Antebellum
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth and sold them off
to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around
Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same
fate
Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war
with their eyes,
their eyes blindfolded they rise
Kneeling and trembling before him
Waiting on knowledge, fed to us with a plastic spoon
Consuming the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased, with every
word spoken today
Make what you will and understand, a typical feud nurtured, over
many moons past
Beyond the drought worn hillside, a figure appears as the
cumulus over us darkens,
we look up to face our fears
And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and
proclaims
'Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered
simpletons.
You have nowhere to hide, bow before me.'
The regiments morale dwindles
As they stare at me I yell, 'As we perish may our blood that
spills,
be not taken in vain, giving us continuance.'
And as he slaughtered them all one by one, I watched from a
distance,
waiting for the chance to raise my hand
'No more, will I be under your manipulation'
I thrust forward, with my perceptive glove, gathering all my
strength,
thou shalt now disappear
Bruised and beaten, severed head in hand
The archetype has failed
We''never forget...
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth and sold them off
to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around
Regiments of disconnects with their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
they rise
Battlefields colored with creeds
Their eyes blindfolded, the rise into this world
2.Complex Terms
Careless, to try to think that we've progressed
And the consequence of walking quietly
We only know, what we've been told
Self's exposed and overloaded
These monuments built by thieves
Keep us contained
Polished they stand and guide us
I found a four leaf clover
Hidden within
Buried beneath my fears
And we fall, kneeling
Begging for scraps
Hands and arms stretched out
We reach for what we're given
So privileged
I'd imagine it could be the fall of man
We come from control
A paradigm that leads us through the valley
Into the mouths of wolves
We are being eaten alive
And we fall, kneeling
Begging for what？
The tailor's shop has closed
And we don't dress for miracles anymore
Oh, how we believe in
All the monuments built by thieves...
3.Digital Veil
Pull me from the gallows
of this fiber-optic nation
I cannot compute why
we celebrate this mediocrity
Just let me download my
latest update right now
Just give me access to
my latest opinion
Now, now, give it now
Unplug me from this fantasy
my eyes have seen the sun
Have we all become voyeurs
covered by this digital veil
Direct my mind
just keep me occupied
don't let me find
something that is worth my time
We like to think that we
are more connected
but the truth is that we've
never been more divided
It's just too awkward
I need my digital veil
Blow the lid off your hard drive
and even if I can't comprehend
my place in this world
Pull me from the gallows
of this fiber-optic nation
4.Elegiac
(Instrumental)
5.Faust
Get me off, whatever your on,
Or decided to be yourself,
Let go of my beliefs,
Fought for my doses,
And come into my dreams as this dies,
I'll only ever know my self
Carry this on to the ones that lost their way,
I'm right beside you,
Every time you need a hand there I'll be,
Right beside you, you
Unnotice me, your reservation is deadly,
Defiling all that is in me,
You tried to choke out my process,
But ended up taking damage,
The cycle never ends,
You're kicking, you're screaming my name,
Spinning into the way they are
We're in youre heart and
For some reason it's not uplifting you,
If this is like a point of view
You're gonna get me off,
Whatever you're on
Carry this on to the ones that lost their way,
I'm right beside you,
Every time you need a hand there I'll be,
Right beside you, you
Let me go, away, I know that you won't stay,
Please, forgive me, I didn't know,
I've got my finger on the pulse
Please, forgive me, I didn't know,
Oooohhhh ohhhhhh
You said goodbye, so long, I'll see you when its over
I know what you, what you were thinking,
We're not the ones, we're not the ones,
Keeping you down, we're not the ones keeping you down
Carry this on to the ones that lost there way,
Right beside you, you
Every time you need a hand there I'll be,
Right beside you, you
6.Holographic Sight
It feels like I'm on fire
I'm on a roll
I'm a take this one home when I let go and I'm not gonna stop
till it's done
I'm dedicated to the decimation
Blast off into consciousness, time to leave the world behind
Brainstorm - last out at sea
Life is nothing but a dream
I stand before you from the outside looking in
A quick chance to get back to basics,
discipline weighs ounces but regrets weigh tons
Mentally, I'm moving mountains
I'm taking off, the grind is killing me
I'm spread so thin I'm anorexic
Reach out, reach out
Mentally I've just drown as tall as your God
It feels like I'm on fire
7.Horizon To Zenith
Most of the men here will die but we are all the ones
the constellations will guide through the night while you sleep
So we will leave as a fleet,
but return like the martyrs of the sea and the spheres, up
above, all of us
I've walked down the road just to find that I'm alone,
the flagship stands but the rest may have been burned
I've carried the weight at a nations demands, now
Mother will you guide us home
Few of the men here survived but we are all the ones
the heavens will guide through the night while you sleep
Oh, we have been in the womb of this vessel so long
The thought of coming home is gone
I'll think of you while I dream
The squall has passed but I'm still not safe
I've walked down this road just to find we are not alone
The flagship stands but the rest have been burned
I've carried the weight of a nation's demands, now
Mother will you guide us home
8.Patterns
I am walking a line between
The profound and banal
Losing my faith
But now why's it so cold at night
Whenever I'm alone
The child is gone
So I've been told
In every bet there is a fool and a thief
Now walk
Follow the pattern
That leads us through our lives
Now that it shows
I can see the cynic I've become
I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man.
I am walking a line between
The profound and banal
Losing my faith
But now why's it so cold at night
Whenever I'm alone
And thieves wear crowns
I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
And in every bet there's a fool and a thief
We're all lost
In these patterns
I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
We're all lost
What's the point of these patterns？
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