1.A Violent Strike
and out of the great beyond came a pitch black multitude,
here to choose the weakest of our race..
hellhounds with the Devil's own face.
Confused a violent strike with something finally here to guide
the way,
our faith in order was a mistake.
Fearful and divine, and devoid of grace,
they try to run, but there's no escape.
The light decayed on that final day, fear crept up inside,
night became more than a trade, a weakness we all can share.
I watched as a spiral took shape across the sky.
It was like a call from the other side.
What will you do now？ The fires of hell are raining down.
Deep inside you're starting to shake, and are slowly losing
ground.
Everyone is dead. Your bravery is useless.
I watched as a spiral took shape across the sky.
It was like a call from the other side, and there I cried,
out of control and paralyzed, as everything I once was died.
No way I'd be dying honorably, if they came and took my life
now.
Regrets in tow, didn't even stand a chance..
Hear me, the final lines have been drawn,
to build again, to fall again, its worn me down to the last
straw.
I held on so long to my home, until a tempest came,
she came in and swept it away..
Where's your bravery？ What will bravery do for you now？
2.Procession Of The Fates
You make your way but don't belong.
I swear you're not the only one.
Is that what you've been dreaming？
There are other ways of staying strong, than keeping out the
other ones.
I feel the light years between what you say and what you mean.
You wont get through with that phony confidence.
I hear you speak, but nothing is said.
You'll be stranded on the other side, endless nights upon
endless nights.
Endless nights upon endless nights, you'll be alone, alone to
the grave.
There's a place in all of us, the same in everyone, making right
the balances in all of us.
Aching and burning and growing and learning, and building the
world around us.
Until our lives are done, we'll share the same emotions, shed
tears of eulogy, then turn to plant our seeds.
Still you can't hear me call out your name and try to get
through.
I never hear back.
My words became a thousand arrows, slicing though the endless
barricades, so that everyone on earth could hear my call, and I
watched for you.
Now I know you're putting me on.
You've chosen to swear off the general population.
All those around you draw to a quiet.
Your eyes dart across the room, but it's just an illusion.
The room doesn't exist, there's only you and I, and its almost
like we cant fail at all, or maybe we've failed already.
What you choose to see is real： A cold dark world of enemies,
obstacles you could never overcome, or a bright future ahead.
So tell the whole world and we'll start brand new.
Strip the shackles off, let me look at you.
If you can't reach out like you've been longing to, I'll have to
rethink all that I thought I knew.
3.Breathing Life Into Devices
Tap the primal circuit, the current lets you know you're alive.
Make this crushing power ceaseless and you could capture the
world..
Embracing the electric kingdom, it could all come crashing down.
Unseen surges coming closer, I fight to defend my denied throne.
I took selected analysis, that day I never felt more addicted.
Barely surviving the shock, soon I found myself
in a cruel revolving door.
You said failure, I said, you're turning to cruel sources..
Discredit all I did, you put so much of yourself in these cruel
sources.
I'll change up the trend for the hell of it,
then you'll see I never did support it.. Carving away at the
block,
I became the light I'd so long been searching for.
You said savior, I said, you're turning to cruel sources.
An electric current fuels the lust again,
like a feral god I've stepped far outside the lines but I feel
no shame,
stole the scales and I cleared my name.
Now try.. try to pry them from my dead hands.
4.This World Is A Tomb
Slaving for my solace of mind,
digging in the sand until there's blood on my hands,
careless to the state I'm in, I've so long been alone..
I can't go on.. Rain down, rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.
Forging insight by pagan torchlight,
in cadence warlike, we draw tears from the sky,
because the well's run dry.
I've spread out my seed, its gone in all directions.
It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy
and heaven has been swallowed by the desert.
In a drought without submission, not a cloud in the sky,
this course keeps getting harder the more I try.
I dig up dry bones, and the corpses cry
as they open their eyes to see the world's decay.
This world's a tomb.
There's a clamor in my heart and it's over.
Where is my prize, my promised prize？
5.Metanoia
Look at me now, I'm losing control
I don't know what to call myself
I know that I'm sick of playing a role
All along, I've been kidding myself, seeking out a set reality.
They say sanity is dictated by what the larger percentage of
society sees.
What does that mean？ Clearly nothing.
Psychology is not an exact science, in fact, there is no exact
science, thoughit may seem.
That means I'm okay and everything's ok.
Wrong again, I've been kidding myself. Life is falling apart at
the seams.
Somehow I'm doomed to go over the same ground in these
compulsive circular thought patterns over and over time and
again over and over time and again.
I think I've got it all worked out and then I forget every
conclusion drawn every epiphany, gone.
I felt safe, then the walls came crashing in one day.
Without warning, everything that I thought was stable deep in me
starts to wash away.
Can you feel it？ It's the motion of the tide.
Watch yourself now, there's an ocean deep inside.
You could drown in it.
Look at me now, I'm losing control, Might even be learning to
enjoy the sting of the irony.
Changing my shape, I slide through the door way.
Watch yourself now.
There is no ocean deeper than this.
Watch yourself.
It's an endless journey through the abyss all along I've been
kidding myself, working equations.
It's a long walk in and there's no clear way home.
Everything I was in constant change.
I'm not the same.
6.The Path
To hit the mark, to bring the rain, to take a climb, the path to
fame.
I sat dreaming alone, then it came out of nowhere, An all too
familiar voice with a false face：the voice of the jealous.
It's less than encouraging.
The walls have been closing in.
Though in droves the masses came, years from now they'll
say：From the way out from the way out, fools rushing over the
hills, there to watch him fall.
And there amidst a sleeplessnight it came to me： Endurance,
endurance, it came to me.
Now nothing can stop me or keep me in line.
Get out of the way as I take to the sky.
It's hard to discern all the motives I see.
One thing's for sure, when the crowds have dispersed and
forgotten me, And forgotten their dreams, I'll still be all that
I am I am more than just a clown for you.
Hear me, and know it to be true.
7.Echoes Of The Spirit
Until you're ready to break, until you're ready to bend to
critical condition.
The years will wear down every brick you lay.
There's more to life than selling your days.
Money makes sense in the world today, they say.
I'm not living that way.
Setting off setting off their alarms, cause I've got a voice of
my own.
I won't be a product on the industry line.
You stand for nothing or you stand alone.
Leave it to us to cross the final line.
Can you feel the dawning of our time？
Take a moment to turn and see the signs.
Time to wake up and turn the light on, come on turn the light
on.
Pitiful, doing what you're told, in turn, they granted you
power.
In a condescending tone you stand on the watchtower here in our
last hour, and say that you know, typical of those that will
never see.
Say that you know, typical of those too afraid to be free. Just
like that, took our strongest years in the name of greed, and
made commercials out of our broken dreams.
As pitch black from factory stacks turns all the world's
beautiful colors to gray, empower the rights that they can't
take away： Raise your voices.
Echoes of the spirit, resounding in tones that set you free.
Shout with me： We are awake! We're in critical condition,
critical condition figured it out because we've all been here
before.
8.Calm In The Chaos
You've come to save the world？
What do you believe？
So you've been chosen：By your eyes, by your hands, by the
choices that you call your own, and price that you would sell
your own soul.
Pay the toll.
Carry your last test of flesh and bone we make exchanges as the
story unfolds.
9.Counting Down The Days
Who are you and what have you become？
A charming illusion, source of confusion.
Another day and you'll win the race.
A charming illusion, source of confusion.
Who are you and what have you become？
A charming illusion, source of confusion.
Another day and you'll find your place.
A charming illusion, source of confusion.
Another rise to power no matter who or when.
We will mourn our freedom.
Never again, never again.
A common dread of distance in the hearts of men without love for
our brothers.
Never again, never again.
We're all the victims of a will to overcome.
A will to overcome.
How far we've gone out of touch.
There's no right side of war.
There's no right side of war.
Can't justify it.
There's no right side of war.
There's no right side of war.
To erase away all that we've become.
They can't see we're already one.
A voice cries from underneath.
The seperate strongly through your will to stand.
Your weakness will comfort this.
No way you'll prepare for what happens next.
Action.
Reaction.
Like an eye for an eye from our tribal days.
Lesser ones demand reaction.
Dare to challenge the one universal law？
Set you up to fall, do you understand now？
All your days are numbered.
Course of events were a riddle.
A pause in time.
A search for the solution as we stood in line.
Honored our oppressors.
Paid our fines and all became clear as the ferocity inside
began.
Hear the drums of war resound across the land announcing the
fate to shed blood upon the earth.
It is ours.
Doomed to repeat our history.
There is more than one path to how things could be.
No time to question how and the why.
We simply come together or die.
To a system of capitalist politicians falls face of a greater
power.
Your empire will fall bringing about the end of an era.
Warmongers, your bloodlust to conquer turns the moments of our
lives
into a ticking time bomb of your own creation counting down the
days.
Rot in your graves.
How far we've gone out of touch.
There's no right side of war.
There's no right side of war.
Can't justify it.
There's no right side of war.
There's no right side of war.
To erase away all that we've become.
To erase away all those we love.
There's no right side of war.
There's no right side of war.
No right side of war.
There's no right side of war.
No right side of war.
There's no right side of war.
10.A Dead World At Sunrise
Now that we've reached
the end, and I'm the only one surviving.
I'm just waiting for the morning light to touch my skin, warm my
heart, but I see a dead world at sunrise and nothing can reverse
the state.
Who now will pray and save my soul when hell ascends and calls
my name？
I'm alone, so forth and so on.
Their faces left, I'm longing for death, I'm in torture.
Torture, it's all that's left of my memories.
The cold hard truth, bitter and sweet, though I can't touch
them,
see them, they are there, silent.
They listen, silent though they listen.
We are still one, and I'm left missing pieces of myself.
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