Tracks

01. Time Movement
03. FUBAR
04. White Widows
05. Muscles Crown
06. Thunder Blasted Bodies
07. Dying Days
08. Crisscross Thoughts
09. 25th Hour



01. Time Movement

Erupting in time movement
The sea breaks the foot of the cliff
Only to expose the faded face asking for air
Made only to be murmured

Is the installment of death
The rhythm of the waves
Is the digging of the grave
Dig the grave

So sea sick from death
Readily abandoned by those above
Let the sea curl it's fist
And pound against those below

All our backs have bled
Murdered many times by you
All our eyes turn red
Fate is encrypted and long overdue

Our eyes turn white for you
Our fate is sealed by you
Made only to be murmured
Is the installment of death

The rhythm of the waves
Is the digging of the grave


03. FUBAR

Run past me in your new body suit
Create me a fantasy from truth
With your wide wandering eyes
And your soft blue swollen lips
Mouth onto the curb
Wider, wider
Exposing your inner humanity
Exposes my relentless brutality
I'm not your rag doll
Medication mind


04. White Widows

Stars divide the sky
The stripes have all bled red
White widows keep their bodies
Split
To try and save the dead
No matter just choose your crypt
White widows die


05. Muscles Crown

Final flawless backward glance
Is razor sharp and cuts us down
The foundation of my education
Crumbles to the ground

Weighed down by muscles crown
The dead erect a hand
Wake us from our burning beds
Pull us from the end

Catching your contagious ways
Calling your contagious name
I'm not mad, I do not dream
But today I die and tomorrow I
Unburden my soul

Pull us from the end
If this evolution does ring
Hypnotize me make me sing
Ashes lead me to believe

We will never be set free
Catching your contagious way
Calling your contagious name
Set free


06. Thunder Blasted Bodies

The infection spreads
Up my spine
Into the back
Of my dead eyes

Wipe them dry
Regretfully waiting
Regret all the anger
Anticipating

The death of a stranger
Igniting the air
With thunder blasted bodies
Raining recesses

Stain the earth
Bodies raining
Run, running far far away from here
Fall, falling hard upon the earth

Find, let us find the cure
Regretfully waiting
Regret all the anger
Anticipating
The death of a stranger


07. Dying Days

Strutting with the vain
Hatefully I wait
As we fall
Into our reflection

Branding the all blind
Armed with the breed of hate
This mortal flooding will not wait
Counting the days

Down to the hour
Filling them
With false faith
Branding them all blind

Innocently riding our death
Until the day
Of blackened breath
Mortal flooding


08. Crisscross Thoughts

Haunt the heart
Spread the lies
Fake your death
Sacrifice

A passing glance
Shatters the mirror
Even it see the slaughter inside
Thought you were the answer

Thought you save her life
Haunt the heart
Spread the lies
Fake your death

Sacrifice
A passing glance
Shatters the mirror
Even it see the slaughter inside

But you brought blood
That bleed veins dry
Criss cross her thought
Men gnawed

Their tongues in agony
As she spoke the words
Of the poets spell
Plagues of past

Left every hour undone
Leaving a silent path
Of lies and destruction
Hate what doesn't exist

Face the reality
Men gnawed
Their tongues in agony
As she spoke the words

Of the poets spell
Plagues of past
Left every hour undone
Leaving a silent path

Of lies and destruction
Hate what doesn't exist
Face the reality
Haunt the heart

Spread the lies
Fake your death
Sacrifice
A passing glance

Shatters the mirror
Even it see the slaughter inside


09. 25th Hour

Run from the army of stichlings
Sewn by the hands of old
Ghostly melodies flaunt
Themselves

Dust and dawn will collide
Not knowing one from another
Shave us down to the bone
As darkness falls and another

War is won, look to home
Beautiful time eating towers
Lay under sober skies
Shreds of their drawn on skin

Lay under sober skies
Not knowing one from another
Shave us down to the bone
As darkness falls and another

War is won, look to home
Rip the seams
Open
Drain his dreams

Dry
25th
Hour
Lets there be light