1. |
Introduire
01:23
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2. |
Morrow
03:23
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Morrow
Constant replays,
etched in my brain.
As I lose more faith,
In my reprise.
Yet in how I've watched as all the life decayed,
I was set, nestled in a violent cycle
A tainted grain, in a frail life that I hate.
Succumbed to righteous thought
I've aligned grace with hurt I've brought.
Paint me real,
brush out all of my flaws.
Bring me color,
Into the gray of these walls.
Abroad the reality of all my fears exposed.
I have to spend time
counting my heartbeat,
To grant me closed eyes,
And lay down to sleep.
Where can I confide predisposed tranquility?
Just wake me up
I have this issue,
With how my lungs can't draw breath in my own indecision.
And how morale just reflects the life my eyes envisioned.
A place to breathe, a place to think,
Where I can see peace in anxiety.
Breaking in through me.
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3. |
Medial Forensics
04:12
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Medial Forensics
Force feed your ego into the eyes of the unwary and blind.
You're all monsters in disguise, wolves in sheep’s skin,
Counting the days gone by.
Preach judgment in the name of just and right life,
when in reality hypocrisy yields all reward.
Your throne is tainted and withered result of the wars that you’ve sparked.
Prejudiced sight portrayed through media and mass rewiring.
How can you justify the concepts torn down in the name of currency?
Lead a nation once built upon freedom into the mouth of ''Hell''
How can you justify the lives you’ve taken into disregard?
Failure, hate displayed upon my TV screen.
Media harlots, come forth, feast on your prize,
Isn't this what you want?
Death, famine, lies through all your articles.
You're the plague choking unwary hearts in your wake with your pens and your lies.
I never thought I'd really see the day, this land would waste away.
Grasp hold your pens and maniacal ideals, bury us all in shame.
This has to be destroyed for the best of ourselves.
Paint a whole new picture on this canvas they portray.
Ink exposes the colors as articles wash away.
All of your work is worthless to open eyes
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Pt. 1 Upon A Midnight Dreary
Calming sleep, grasp hold my disrepair,
assemble me.
Constrained into this grave, lie deeper...
Let me in, let her let me in,
let it go,
or lose my connection to her soul.
What a mess.
I will not lay,
wrapped up in a mess I've made
out of myself again.
Waiting here for you to save me from myself again.
This evening I watched a star,
grasp orbit across the sky.
Yet though I spoke in sincere tongue,
it never did explain to me why
I've lost touch of sight,
and traverse the dark while in the black of my closed eyes
I watch her waving me goodbye.
Now it's her absence that haunts me,
and how my sheets remain the same,
And how I'm left,
with a memory of a satellite placed in hopes name.
She lays on her back in his bed and shares her grief,
he lays on her bed not hours after she left mine.
She sailed away, no weakness, no shame.
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5. |
Dybuuk
03:29
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Dybuuk
Reap what you sow before your actions lead you into the mouth of Hell.
Align the methods with a lack of supervision,
Pierce through my mind.
Should have caught the dead lies,
years before I could comprehend
your intentions planned for me.
You know one day you'll meet your maker and you'll see,
through all the madness and the shit you've done to be,
the nightmare that he carries in his memories.
Filthy mindless pig,
Wait till I find you, bitch.
I'll drag you from this life,
into the shadows of night.
Where all your demons catch your throat,
and all your guilt pours onto the ground at your feet.
Slowly, deterioration grasps hold of your pulse and spreads
all throughout the sickening capsule that houses your being.
I hope you choke on every fucking lie that your rancid mouth has spit.
Watch yourself suffer, laying in the wake of that hell that you have made out of your life.
What a disgusting catastrophe,
within evolution.
Just burn it to the ground.
Wear the scent of shame on your masquerade.
Reaping what you’ve sewn to your rotting throat.
Cure the life you’ve drowned in doubt,
Caught in the web you've spun throughout.
Influence my grief endowed,
do you remember me now?
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6. |
(Painted Window)
01:27
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7. |
Room of Mirrors
04:40
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Room of Mirrors
We must keep our feelings inside
Underneath the thoughts that we hide
When the storms yield all the harm
We are made impressible.
All in light of what they ''found''
Seeded somewhere in the fertile soils
Diagnosed as a disorder we don’t know.
Life's like staring out a painted window
Where I've been screaming at ceilings
Just to express what I'm feeling
In this drab cycle constantly spinning
In a room of mirrors.
Where conscious still speaks I may have lost my mind,
Somewhere behind.
Some familiar, look around
This inverted world upside down
Disabled lack of sense
My rootwork is a past pretense
There's no way out
Beside myself
Cant dream of home
When I'm alone
Gotta just shed
Off this skin
Soaked in ritalin
Doped all out
Four paper walls
Glass ceilings
taste of pills,
no restraints.
Some new disorder again..and I'm over
Meds are my sheets
flies are my clothes
I guess I feel fine
If no one knows
just wanna go home
just wanna go home
just wanna go home
Just let me out.
A new disorder again and again,
Now I'm over it.
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8. |
Finley
04:29
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Finley
Guide me through the influx,
navigate me through oceans of pale white crinkled sheets.
Sing your serenade, linger near as my defendance to woe.
Left wondering:
will I breathe, as life goes on with chilling perceptions of frozen memories?
Consecrate my bonds, release me from the agony abounding throughout my home.
(Just seem to keep falling off)
I just seem to keep falling off line.
Catching off time and misaligned.
Preserve the impetus depressor;
rewire and rewind.
Bearing my strength near, I can find my safety in solace.
In losing what I held dear, I’ve gained all that I’ve lost.
Bring me back to the preparation of your birth.
I’ll remind you just exactly what you’re worth.
Shallow breathing, the voice I yearned that never came.
Wipe me clean, extract the image from my brain.
Will I recover my resolve?
It’s a reverberation..
That endlessly echoes in the enigma of being,
one with the mania that's further misleading.
Am I alive? Am I still breathing?
Is there a wake to my sleep?
I rest my mind, surrendered in psychosis.
Sketching her face, on the backs of my eyelids.
What is alive, when my heart’s not beating?
As like the rain, I’ve washed out.
I’m scratching at my skin,
longing for the touch of what has come to loss.
I will remember the hurt as a reminder I’m alive.
The other side will not keep you from me.
The other side won’t keep,
you away from me.
Dear Finley,
reach me in my dreams,
where I’ll be reaching out for you..
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9. |
Pt 2. Strangers
04:16
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Pt. 2 Stranger
Darling don't darken my doorway
take away my smile again.
Engulf me in your gloom,
in my own home.
You'd say we're nothing but ghosts,
all while you fail to realize
I've never felt so alive
in my whole life.
Will our worries stand still.
or will they drag us down
down through the earth
and into its core.
Don't wait for me here.
Cause I won't return
to pick up where we left off.
Or pick up where we dropped.
to write some brand new story
that’s just a waste of my words,
My love, my feeling, of our character.
Still this silence,
could very well carry me
my last breath,
or a false pretense
of what I would expect
from something of this bitter end
this peak of existence
that’s merely laying here.
This time
I will not mind
that you waste your time
with another set of eyes
no, I'll just make pretend
that I'll be just fine
I'll even fake you a smile
if it makes you regret
all your selfishness.
Would it make a difference,
if I passed this off?
Forgive? Forget?
Although it seems the best.
I can't forgive you.
for this mess that you’ve made out of me,
Or for this hole that you’ve left within my chest.
I adore you more so, than I'll ever love myself`
But stranger, don’t you darken my doorway.
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10. |
}•{
02:15
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}•{
There's a way where the wind catches the limbs of ethereal sin and spins it into a web of lesser ineptitude,
Where sometimes it's only down the Grapevine and over time we learn of the prominent issues.
But yet the sense of spring and the magnitudes of life perched high on a pedestal are what remind the human condition that we are only so fragile, and we are only as focused as our mirror parts allow us to be.
All the while we get wrapped up in all the little things that abound us, constantly circling in our periphery towards the sway of indecision, lastly plucking our heart strings and rendering our actions inadequate because the human condition is to make whole that which is only a hole.
We make up all our ways,
In the moments we walked.
And the views that catch our gaze,
Are only a second until a thought.
The constant repetition,
Of right and wrong.
Is the guide that blurs decision;
Is dead and gone.
Lay on the soil,
Between our graves.
Fall into slumber,
And we will wake
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11. |
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Like Teaching Snakes to Speak English
Stand on the surface,
suspended up high.
Tell me about this world,
after life, somewhere in the sky.
Enlighten my concepts.
remind me of all these sins.
To be labeled a stigma,
unless I involve and relent.
Yet you, yourself: a sinner.
Carry your pretension throughout every day,
dressed in hypocrisy,
shrouded in mediocrity.
How have you amended,
for this act you portray, a mask of porcelain glass.
In light of the silhouette that sanctifies our praise.
To purge in your gluttony, and nullify the righteous name.
Let the snakes shed their skin,
and all the world will wake.
Entombed within the binds lies false comfort in the fabric,
stained with the red of life, sewn shut by the hands of false-face.
I had a dream that we could believe in a life that’s after us,
set in a frame beyond the Nexus of forevers coming.
My bones exposed, my flesh composed of the mornings frost-bit dew.
The pages charred amongst my corpse set aflame by you..
So will you fucking burn when the day comes that you face it?
How can we revive/recover,
if we can't survive/discover.
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12. |
Parasomnia
04:47
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Parasomnia
I'm observing a man
Building a monument.
With hands of calloused scars.
Eyes of faith; an anchor that holds in place
His certitude; devotion to,
Overcoming his balance in this world.
''Test the waters,
The tide can only pull you so deep.''
With his hand on my shoulder,
His work has been passed to me.
How am I supposed to conquer the world,
With an owl watching over my back?
I can't overcome when my stasis is shifting.
''Meentik muul ka'nna''
After these hours,
I've grown tired.
Ideas do not rest,
So I can't either.
Yet as I rest my weary head,
I am wondering how I could mean enough for this.
I am too small,
I have no foundation.
No means of solace,
No home to hide.
Take me back down,
Drop me to my depths.
I don’t belong here,
I am not worth this.
I felt something new today, as I took a breath from this air,
I felt my lungs swell, collapse into this relay of my existence which fuels my persistence into carrying on..
but what is it really to carry on?
We hold our scars high and we dry out our tears.
We wipe away the blood and numb our fears.
For we are the writers of our own story and we can make clear of this
darkness.
We will find our courage to break this shell
We will break through these walls and beat this hell
Build a structure to the sky,
Align the stars your way.
Build a temple in the sun,
Ignite your life, prevail.
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S'efforcer Elmira, New York
Established in 2014, NY based progressive hardcore band S'efforcer doesn't hold back their expression, turning heads with
their gritty and emotionally driven instrumentals, as well as their own blend of vivid storytelling.
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