The last one standing the last to breathe, is innocent in my eye
The last one standing the last to breathe, is innocent in my eye
Lies killed the promised land, the light cuts us out, only to bring us,
To what we once called home, swallow this regret,
Humanity shall remain, swallow your obsession, new found force will shine.
This is a war, this is a war, this is a war, this is a war, WAR, this is a war.
You broke this promise, you can't trust me, this world was all full of lies.
You will choke on my life, you will choke this life.
You, you itch the nerve
You, you burned it down
You, lied
Swallow this regret, bitter days shall remain, swallow your obsession
New found pride shall shine, she won't hide, and she shall bury another sign
She won't hide!
You will choke on my life, you will choke on my life.
This is a war, this is a war, this is war, this is war, WAR! this is a .. war!

Blood
Blood
For your lust of me
I cannot stop the pain
Why did you fuck with me?
And now I'm drowning inside
Though you are nothing to me

You wanted to pay
You want like a saint
You are like a saint
For these words from your rest from your broken skies
Suspended farther
Now these words will die day in black is this what you wanted?
These lies seep in to death, You conserve to much of your shit
You become unwanted

Suspend your body now these words are dead
Forever dying
You fuck with me?
Damn right
Now you are nothing and I'll fuck you over
Die again, drowning today.
Someone
Is someone away
You lie,lie to me!?
I will remain
My regret will remain
Remain a walking corpse,
No, my regret
Lie not now
Not my regret

It bleeds! It breathes!

What stands before us, is not a machine
It breathes, it will bleed and it will dream!

[Scream]

Its body is covered in hundreds of wires.
and a mouth that attempts to speak, it attempts to lie
Only murmurs, collapse from its jaws.

And a world, a world without,
A world without you.

but I rise. the dead will pride
it breathes, beyond this life,

so sleep, sleep among us, hesitate no more

En....tomb-men....of-a-ma...chine (entombment of a machine)
We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us,
With only delayed movements, from its figure, we all begin to strain.

Entombment of a machine
Entombment of a machine

What stands before us is not a machine
What stands before us is not a machine

My legs weaken at the site of this damaged program,
This program kept you breathing, it kept you alive.
These circuits diffused once more.

Its body is covered in hundreds of wires.

Only murmurs collapse from its Scream

Entombment of a Machine

But I saw It Die.
Buti saw it die
But I Saw It Dead.
But I saw It Die.
I saw it die
I Watched it DIE!

Her mouth stands to convey swarms of plague,
time slowly corrodes as her jaws have locked into place.
At the grips of her own hands

this woman carries her victims to their passing,
they hold back tight.
they hold back tight.

time slowly corrodes as her jaws have locked into place.
this woman carries her victims to their passing,

For when this woman arches back her skin sheds from her bare limbs,
As their flesh, begins to pile, at their own feet
As their flesh begins to pile, at their own feet.

This disease continues to dilate as it immerses through the air,
Immerses through the air
she can no longer hide what she is.
what she is.
Contamination grows in the town where she lays
Contamination grows in the town where she lays
And where she sleeps

Her people before her beg only for forgiveness
Beg only for forgiveness
From their bare limbs
Her mouth stands open to convey
Swarms of plague
Their flesh piles at their feet
Their flesh piles at their feet
Their flesh piles at their feet

His landscape has been scorned with death.
Once a city now laid to ash.

A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side.

Chased away, consumed from his fixations.
This man's life went down in flames.
Chased away from what he's created.
His hunger grows
There is no end to this life of fixations.
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell.
He will remain a walking corpse as his legs will move forward
For his addictions itch at his throat only to crave
(more of) (the blood) (he seeks).
For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child.
For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child.
For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child.
For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child.
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son.

A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side

When buried his tomb will breathe.
His hands will rise from his shallow grave.

Begging only for sleep.
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell.
Dear father, I'll be waiting, I’ve saved you a seat in hell.
He stands knee deep, in the blood of his bastard son.
He stands knee deep, in the blood of his bastard son

Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies churn within the tide.

Attachment.
They drift against a now reddened sea.
These rising waters blush as their bodies decompose.
Dozens buried at sea, they swim in their graves.
They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment,
the tide rises, the tide breaks.
Once again you’ve proven yourself to weak for this attachment.
The tide rises(hold) the tide breaks(hold)
As these waters blush
Their bodies decompose,
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
I hope I have made my last point,

The tide rises
You've proven yourself to be weak for attachment
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
They swim in their graves
Breaks
They’ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide rises
They’ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide breaks
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
They’ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide rises
They’ve proved themselves being to weak, the tide breaks
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now (I stand alone)
The weak have fallen but now
They’ve proved themselves to weak for this attachment.
already on your site

Goodbye,
I'll mend your loss.

Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...
Process
Your ashes and embers will light up the skies.
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...
In process of,
Your Suspending.
Take My Hands,
You'll be burned before their eyes.
You'll be burned before their eyes.

So let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of punishment.
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of punishment.
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of punishment.
Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...

What more does it take,
To see your death?
What more must be done,
To see you dead?
Suspended
Suspended

Suspended by the throat.
Tonight you'll die.
Suspended by the throat.
Tonight you'll die.
Suspended by the throat.
Tonight you'll die.

What more can it take,
To see your death?
What more must be done,
To see you hung?

Let the carcass of the martyr burn,
In the process of...
No more.
Just die.

Suspended by the throat.
Tonight you'll die
Suspended by the throat.

Hell stands still with an empty throne,
with an audience ignited in a conflagration composed by their lord.
Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin which only crumbles away even at the most delicate touch.

Hundreds upon the thousands consumed only by their own unmistakable immorality.

Over and over repeatedly this relentless process
Thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other completely motionless.

Over again.

These thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other, all over each other completely motionless.

Hell stands still with an empty throne,
Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin
They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains.

Depart from their dismantled remains, far from its eternal home this demon stand over my crippled anatomy, he buries his weight into my impaired lungs and spreads my ribs wide open, this cancer now inhabits my chest in complete dormancy.
I lay completely paralyzed with my entirely frozen limbs, my body turns cold, my organs shut down.

This virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body.
Nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat.
Weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheets with an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift.
Beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child.
A child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of his mother's womb.

Bearing a bastard child.
Bearing what is now the son of the new world's lord.
Bearing the serpent's lamb.
Overwhelmed she grows debilitated and weak.
Staying attentive becomes more burdensome, a struggle to stay awake as her body starts to contract, she mutters one conclusive, crowning breath.
"Why would such a God allow such deep evil? Theodicy!"

The curtains are slowly lowered over her solitary and meaningless life.
Her chest lay open, a gaping wound revealing the damage left inside.
Her own body only used to mask the beast that dwelled internally.
This orphan child scowls over the remains of his birth given origin, his own mother - only to grow through his adolescence to clench the name of the Antichrist.

Over time in a world where religion has dispersed,
modern times have shown these connections to slowly deteriorate,
with empires alleging their holy books to have absolutely no flaws -
all accepting everything in its deceitful print.

They pursue to interpret these pages to gather aspiration and formulated belief.
Their community now only falls from expanding socialism - a divided population, disposed.
One half putting their gods to rest now to only praise the antagonist against of what they once worshipped,
his words cradle his followers -
while the other half being sealed out of the world they once knew out of pure ignorance.

Knowing their fate, they absolve to relinquish themselves.
Hundreds, mass upon thousands take on religious suicide.
A religious populace reduced to mere filth.

The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one nation,
spreading his gospel among millions.
Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips of their distinct leader,
a flesh parade of a converted public altered from catechization,
manipulated and influenced into a sense of delusive calm,
consuming every word spoon fed directly into their beliefs.

As a shepherd carrying his offerings between his arms,
garnished statements maintain and keep his people optimistic and confident.
[? ]A lucrative piece of propaganda [?]
A throbbing army only grows from the misleading tongue of their new ruler.
[?]
One army with new beliefs expanding through demonic designation,
ordered to butcher the existence of anything remotely contrary,
almost as a re-occurrence of times past.
All previous enemies of the forgoing lord have come and gone,
having their own corresponding image of God through their own incoherent reflection.

An incision leads to the future of the new world -
a mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will define and distinguish man.
Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead.
Re-occurence of modern times and scriptures.
Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood.

In the extent, all will hold something very similar and accordingly.
All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature.
In a new world with suppressing technology.
Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh.
Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital.

Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net -
a conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom.
No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only presenting itself as a form of an object.
Fragments of ash flow through the atmosphere's currents,
onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped.
The demon's solution, a new world order.

As if this country was reborn, birthed and raised in monarchy,
cracked open from its adolescent and fully disfigured shell.
A throne sits in the center of government buildings,
with a ruler imposing his people to administer his demands.

Elections over-weighed from the unmindful and incompetent herds of the illiterate -
an interbred nation suspended from strings of hypocrisy.
Eventually to strengthen at the roots from the predominant union,
held from the palms of their fraudulent and expanding overlord.

For the wrath of God has been placed in his power.
He cast warefare over the kindred, his military actions compose eradication and genocide on the holy and sacred.
A cloak hides the identity of this leading politician.
His speech distorts his terminological inexactitude.
He remains remorseless toward his ongoing success in his fabricated image amongst this crumbling nation,
unaided possessing the entire world within his palms.

The sound of trumpets throughout the world.
Advocates lean before the demon's son.
Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape.
Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers as the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence.

A hum carved into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets.
Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed.
The earth cracks open, revealing a vast chasm, an exposed cavity of earth.
Hell spills onto human world soil, demons ascend from the subsurface.

Dehydration of past flourishing bodies of water, making the landscape deprived and desolate.
Plagues of unhallowed locust thrive and seek torment.
The new lord takes his throne.
Aroma of the end spreads through the sky.
The numbers within his kingdom diminish.
The marks implanted beneath the flesh no longer favor or secures their safe being.
Hundreds upon thousands now enslaved.

The Divine Falsehood

And he opened his mouth in blasphemy deluding their designated God.
His men and women all carry a sacrament of his number.
These followers with their morality of conscionable age have left behind the sign of the cross and redemption.
They have mindlessly chosen the path of social standards.
The path of conformity, with the mark of eternal damnation.

"Fall on us and hide us from the face of Him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb!
For the great day of their wrath has come!"

The sixth forewarning trumpet sirens,
following the demonic armies that surface from the open wounds of earth.
They march toward bloodshed and warfare against humanity,
the limbs and remains from the carcass of man extend across open land.
These once depleted seas and rivers now flourish with the fluids and the bones of conforming followers.
Future existent worlds coalesce into one.

Propel this solitary man in front of us with his corrupted global agenda muttering into his ears
Corporate money stuffed into his pockets to spread his darkened gospel
In the past the crowned once held the covenant to shape and develop a better world
Their influence and supremacy built by generating optimistic and confident perception offerings to their herds of sheep
Time repeats itself and outspoken pledges continue to not succeed, the people have renounced trust in ideologies
Safety and protection is the contemporary vow for the role that will reinstall masterdom and control
To rescue us from uncertainty and peril that we are visionless to see or interpret
A threat that evidently needs to be fought in a manufactured, waged war
A vile misconception that has unfurled unquestioned while being exaggerated and disfigured

Summon the servants that are chained at the throat by a tarnished chain only devoted to their prosperous fathers
A grip so tight it bruises the neck when the beast exhales the horror's that settle internally
Galloping toward immoral intent with the set bounties on the heads of the righteous
The dismantled bodies given back for validation and gratuity to amuse the gods of fortune
The itching appetite grows as these hounds unearth the leaders and thieve on the lives of the weak beneath them
Aggravation dissolves into a joyous laughter as the oppressors loan vows to benefit the wealthy
And cast down the frail hero by hero slaughtered in vain, assassinations of demigods in secrecy
A never ending pattern to cast down the frail and throne the elite

Taken by the benumbed hands of an overthrowing, fabricated God.
Sadism is fashioned to derive pleasurable and gratifying entertainment among indoctrinated soldiers.
Sexually abusive torture is diminished to mere wretched amusement.
Ordered to fragment the sanity of prisoners of an artificial war amidst a country of dystopia.
The blameless are left in complete shackled isolation left to linger and ultimately wither and rot.
Fraudulent peacemakers withdraw any sense of morality to plant the seeds of their own sadistic conceptions.
This fabricated God reduces man to nothing more than a pile of waste.
With this power he banishes his followers and sentences them to his own personal sins.
He masturbates on the scriptures that hold his kingdom together as one and lays it to shame.

Taken by the benumbed hands of an overthrowing, fabricated God.
Sadism is fashioned to derive pleasurable and gratifying entertainment among indoctrinated soldiers.
Sexually abusive torture is diminished to mere wretched amusement.
Ordered to fragment the sanity of prisoners of an artificial war amidst a country of dystopia.
With this power he banishes his followers and sentences them to his own personal sins.
He masturbates on the scriptures that hold his kingdom together as one and lays it to shame.
This fabricated God reduces man to nothing more than a pile of waste.

Falsehood projects from a day-to-day instrumental broadcast that flows through the net of mass media
The lungs swell as the puppets speak to the public as their words grow limbs to crawl and give birth to ignorance
Reports endlessly drift and clock reality leaving mass audiences to believe into layers of fiction
The hellish elite pull the vulnerable strings of journalism with the mastery of everyday blood money and ultimatums
The boundless flavor of dominance on the starved tongue gives these kings a mental state of ambitious arousal
For corruption steadily trickles from their fingertips and showers into the pool of forged mental assurance at their feet
The sleeping masses live on in their so called tranquil lifestyle, they sleep and wake utterly
Blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion money will always equal dominance, above law and above
Government disinformation will constantly leave a nation as a forever
Sleeping giant due to the ongoing voice of propaganda

Epidemic once again uncovers its malignant crown in one instantaneous instant
A man made formula hatches out of its shell to inch closer to suppress the living and breathing
The newborn are nurtured in a world of a dishonest master design
A layout constructed only for the purpose of dominance, authority and power
Born as slaves into bondage, born into a prison that they can't distinguish with smell or touch
In a world that's been fallaciously influenced for decades
Where the ones who offer solution are secretively the core of this ongoing problem
Architects of control build their herds of municipal infantry with inventions of fear and panic
We all march quietly with open hands into global enslavement
Drown us, submerge our bodies in the ocean of manipulation

This nation is forcefully shackled to the fatigued earth it endeavors standing on.
Ruled and overthrown by tyranny and dictatorship weakening it at its delicate knees.
Liberation is a fabricated expression only uttered by the propagandized swarm of illogical followers.
Men, woman and children all blindfolded and mislead to believe in a world of utter persuasion.
Striking terror in the eyes of the ignorant with public displays of manslaughter and execution grounds
To butcher the enlightened for what purpose? Because starvation for power mushrooms upward leaving leaders foaming
Across their malnourished, gaping jaws. Striking their iron hammers to fuck over the breathing bodies slaving
To conform to a lie build the gates to close the doorway from truth, slam the doors on reality.

The blameless are succumbing to the ravages of warfare built upon capital and greed
The lords of corruption leave their people to rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos
Education, employment and health, all stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh
The slaving clench their fists pleading and praying for a redesigned future as they reach the brink of renouncement
Dreading to open the mouth and spill the words of loathing for with this tongue will only bring execution
Hundreds upon thousands all damned at the dawning of life, all damned at the opening day of birth
The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies and sell the
Land to the highest bidder of the corporate elite
With death comes revenue, piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood.

It began under the dictatorship of a dark lord with the mindset of world supremacy set in years past
Our nation picked up the pieces of a slain giant and continued to shape a psychological immorality
Mind control on mass scale in post war endeavors, a shameful instrument once used to take over the deteriorating world
Unspeakable experiments cast on the on the blameless with no justification or rational reasoning
Deprivation of food, withering the helpless into fading, cadaverous bodies corroding at the mouth
Forced sleeplessness, causing the brain to malfunction and shut down, leaving the patients to fall into mental illness
Immense shock treatment and drug intake injected at the vein to degrade the human body and its weakening organs
Blackening all luminescence to puzzle the mind to create dread of the time that lay ahead
A discharged invasion of the mind, a program now Americanized

The bodies of millions pile atop the splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis.
Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own doing.
As their lives smolder and ignite their faces steadily ripen with immense pleasure.
Self-execution comes with victory, self-mutilation comes with utter success.
Their perception flickers within the glowing and ignited landscape as they gaze toward the once populated soil.
The nations flag cloaks the impure fallen militant bodies, fraudulent celebration of integrity.
The hordes of the serpentine lord infantry march and butcher the remaining living.
Nuclear warfare ticks down as the sirens resonate through the ears of the moribund.
Detonation! Extermination! The fragmented shell diffuses and erupts
A conflagration of infernal horror

The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor,
Breeding no life for the future of the world
In wake of a nuclear war bodies rise from the fractured and decomposing fields of abandonment.
Their bodies and faces mutated and disfigured,
Still breathing through their brimful lungs
They limp and crawl across the ruins they once claimed on a leisurely ongoing march.
Their flesh still burns, the skin blackens
And embers into the dimming air.

Pernicious - A ghastly Gordian quandary to elucidate
Pestiferous - A nebulous necrotic novelty to navigate
Labyrinthine - A contumely carnal conundrum to cogitate
Serpentine - An exulcerated entanglement to execrate...

Hands stained and filthy from digging deep for the answer
That lies at the heart of the matter of splatter...

Eschatological - The grave matters with which we struggle
Pathological - The perverse perpetuation of this purulent puzzle
Repugnant - The wretched riddle unravels in a reeking revelation
Repulsive - The final fetid farce yields such a rancid realization

Now your morbid curiosity may finally be answered
Deep in the heart of the matter of splatter...

A morbid matter on which to meditate or mutilate
A deathly detail to deliberate and desiccate
A sombre study in which sagacity is tantamount to insanity
An insalubrious interest in the inhumed and the unsanitary...

An unhealthy pursuit of the purulent and parturient
A feculent fixation upon the fetid filth and excrement
An exhaustive examination of the excreted and the exhumed
A tireless appetite to hill the silt atop the tomb...

Nebulous - The sanguineous solution is seldom seen before the last
Amorphous - Seemingly always six deep feet beyond your grasp
Funereal - Carnal cartography to chart the course of life's denouement
Corporeal - The wretched revelation that you sought proves harder to swallow
than you'd thought...

That anatomy is destiny is the unforgiving answer
Culled from the heart of the matter of splatter...

An incision leads to the future of the new world
A mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will divide and distinguish man
Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead
Reoccurrence of modern times and scriptures
Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood
In the extent all will hold something very similarly and accordingly
All will bear his name
with the distinct and original number of his signature
In a new world with suppressing technology
Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh
Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital
Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net
A conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom
No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only
presenting itself as a form of an object
Fragments of ash flow through the atmospheres currents
Onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped.
The demons solution, a new world order.

The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one nation
Spreading his gospel among millions
Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips of their distinct leader
A flesh parade of a converted public altered from catechization
Manipulated and influenced into a sense of delusive calm
Consuming every word spoon fed directly into their beliefs
As a shepherd carrying his offerings between his arms
Garnished statements maintain and keep his people optimistic and confident
A throbbing army only grows from the misleading tongue of their new ruler
One army with new beliefs expanding through demonic designation
Ordered to butcher the existence of anything contrary
Almost as a reoccurrence of times past
As previous enemies of the forgoing lord have come and gone
All having the corresponding image of god through their own incoherent reflection

It breathes. What stands before us is not a machine,it breathes, it will bleed, and it will sleep. Its body is covered in hundreds of wires. The mouth attempts to speak but, Only murmers collapse from its jaws. With only delayed movements from its figure we all begin to strain. My legs weaken at the site of this damanged program, For this program kept you breathing, it kept you alive. These circuits diffused once more. We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us, Entombment of a machine. So Sleep, sleep among us and hesitate no more. I saw it die.

Propel this solitary man in front of us with his corrupted global agenda muttering into his ears.
Corporate money stuffed into his pockets to spread his darkened gospel.
In the past the crowned once held the covenant to shape and develop a better world.
Their influence and supremacy built by generating optimistic and confident perception offerings to their herds of sheep.
Time repeats itself and outspoken pledges continue not to succeed, the people have renounced their trust in ideologies.
Safety and protection is the contemporary vow for the role that will reinstall masterdom and control.

Corporate money stuffed into his pockets to spread his darkened gospel.
In the past the crowned once held the covenant to shape and develop a better world.
To rescue us from uncertainty and peril that we are visionless to see or interpret,
A threat that evidently needs to be fought in a manufactured, waged war,
A vile misconception that has unfurled unquestioned
while being exaggerated and disfigured (and disfigured.)

Their influence and supremacy built by generating optimistic and confident perception offerings to their herds of sheep.
A threat that evidently needs to be fought in a manufactured waged war.
A vile misconception that has unfurled
unquestioned while being exaggerated and disfigured

Falsehood projects from a day-to-day instrumental broadcast that flows through the net of mass media.
The lungs swell as the puppets speak to the public as their words grow limbs to crawl and give birth to ignorance.
Reports endlessly drift and cloak reality leaving mass audiences to believe into layers of fiction.
The hellish elite pill the vulnerable strings of journalism with the mastery of everyday blood money and ultimatums.
The boundless flavor of dominance on the starved tongue fives these kings a mental state of ambitious arousal,
For corruption steadily trickles from their fingertips and showers into the pool of forged mental assurance at their feet.
The sleeping masses live on their so called tranquil lifestyle, they sleep and wake utterly
Blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion money will always equal dominance, above law and above government disinformation will constantly leave a nation as a forever sleeping giant due to the ongoing voice of propaganda.

They instantaneously demand torture
And crucifixion to the bringer of a profound truth revolt.
Placing the hostage in imprisonment for unmasking
The repulsive face of ongoing corruption.

Chained and subjected to vulgar, personality-erasing
Insanity-inducing conditions of nauseating isolation.
Unleashing the smear campaign triggered to dilute
Belittle a life to nihility.

They instantaneously demand torture
And crucifixion to the bringer of a profound truth revolt.
Placing the hostage in imprisonment for unmasking
The repulsive face of ongoing corruption.

A weathered soldier convicted with treason
Incarcerated and tormented without constitutional persecution.
Beaten as an unfaithful Judas
Confined into a tomb of solitary, blackened slumber.
Left in solitude to slowly rot for opening the eyes of corruption.

Unleashing the smear campaign triggered to dilute
Belittle a life to nihility.

[Solo]

They instantaneously
Demand torture
And crucifixion
To the bringer of a profound truth revolt.

Beaten as an unfaithful Judas
Confined into a tomb of solitary, blackened slumber.
Left in solitude to slowly rot for opening the eyes of corruption.

Unleashing the smear campaign triggered to dilute
Belittle a life to nihility.
Unleashing the smear campaign!

They instantaneously demand torture
And crucifixion to the bringer of a profound truth revolt.
Placing the hostage in imprisonment for unmasking
The repulsive face of ongoing corruption.
Corruption!

In a continuous rehashed rhythm
The masses gawk towards their simulated idols.
Frothing at the lips with shuddering jaws
As the public swells with ignorance and vacant delight.

Fixated on the trivial speculation
And day to day existence of plastic gods.

Dense enlightenment circulates
Throughout every form of broadcasting.
Bringing forth a suspending shroud
Over the actuality of our decomposing populace.

[Solo]

Smothering and choking truth and realism.
Celebrity praise over political awareness.
We are observed as human cattle:
Blind, deaf and neglected from government transparency.

In a continuous rehashed rhythm
The masses gawk towards their simulated idols.
Frothing at the lips with shuddering jaws
As the public swells with ignorance and vacant delight.

Fixated on the trivial speculation
And day to day existence of plastic gods.

[Solo]

Smothering and choking truth and realism.
Celebrity praise over political awareness.
We are observed as human cattle:
Blind, deaf and neglected from government transparency.

In a continuous rehashed rhythm
The masses gawk towards their simulated idols.
Frothing at the lips with shuddering jaws
As the public swells with ignorance and vacant delight.

Dense enlightenment circulates
Throughout every form of broadcasting.
Bringing forth a suspending shroud
Over the actuality of our decomposing populace.

Smothering and choking truth and realism. [5x]

Hell breaks open with the drop of a synthetic plague
With flames marching and consuming the roofs of thousands. (Thousands)
Frigid ammunition streams and buries into the howling blameless
Butchering them to their feet.

Immersed with guilt the armed horde
Tread through their unspeakable execution parade.
Honor and acclaim simply masked
By falsified journalism of a gutted soldier.

Now fallaciously lay the flag on your lifeless heroes
With a delusion of holy devotion and pride.
Spread and unfurl your poster boy
Deception to the mindless believers.

Immorally manipulate the ignorant
Swarms for the sake of soiled wealth.

[Solo]

Hell breaks open with the drop of a synthetic plague
With flames marching and consuming the roofs of thousands.
Frigid ammunition streams and buries into the howling blameless
Butchering them to their feet.

[Solo]

Frigid ammunition streams and buries into the howling blameless
Butchering them to their feet.

Hell breaks open.
Hell breaks open with the drop of a synthetic plague
With flames marching and consuming the roofs of thousands.

Let the money glutton kings recommence
Their laws with a hushed signature of starved power.
Silently wielding their supremacy
Blindly over the heads of a shackled empire.

A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule
To have absolutely no clout.
A nation stripped naked of all rights from the fingertips
Of ravenous dictating wolves.
So simple for them to justify, so utterly effortless to execute.
The crowned kings spoon feed a crippling and fear mongering agenda.

With new commandments birthed and implanted,
They compose phobias from the running blood of thousands.
Stand before your corporate Gods
Intoxicated on money and power.

Let the money glutton kings recommence
Their laws with a hushed signature of starving power.
A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule
To have absolutely no clout.

A nation stripped naked of all rights
From the fingertips of ravenous dictating wolves.
So simple for them to justify, so utterly effortless to execute.
The crowned kings spoon feed a crippling and fear mongering agenda.

The crowned kings spoon feed a crippling and fear mongering agenda.
With new commandments birthed and implanted,
They compose phobias from the running blood of thousands.

[Solo]

A thirst so immense that it violently chokes the majority rule
To have absolutely no clout.
A nation stripped naked of all rights
From the fingertips of ravenous dictating wolves.

We are the children of deceit
Brought to our knees and chained from another's lie
Demonized in the. flowing river of loathsome propaganda
We've been manipulating to construct a weapon the sake of entrapment
Falling victim to a charismatic and enraged tongue,
A cancer singing his delusive gospel
Whispering a melody that blurs the line of innocently observing a plot of mayhem encouraging one
Or encouraging one

A disease with a classified secret aiding the victim, but as a masked ally
Two ungodly prosecutions hinged by an infection playing devil's advocate

We are the children of deceit
Brought to our knees and chained from another's lie
Demonized in the. flowing river of loathsome propaganda
We've been manipulated to construct a weapon for the sake of entrapment
Falling victim to a charismatic and enraged tongue,a cancer singing his delusive gospel
We are the children of deceit
Brought to our knees and chained from another's lie
We are the children of deceit
Brought to our knees and chained from another's lie
Lie!
A disease with a classified secret aiding the victim, but as a masked ally
Two ungodly prosecutions hinged by an infection playing devil's advocate
Advocate

The core of corruption collects its nourishment through regurgitated war and bloodshed
For i softly sleep in a society egocentric enough to cast war,
A blistering infection that continues to spread
Our young are steadily allured into slaughter
All in purpose to make this self crowned sleaze a dollar
These the smeared fingerprints of the gods....
The ever evolving military industrial complex is bleaker than any fabricated hallucination
Opt for change? complicated with this two party system spinning without traction
The ever evolving military industrial complex is bleaker than any fabricated hallucination
These are smeared fingerprints of the gods, the undertaking and domination of nations
The ever evolving military industrial complex is bleaker than any fabricated hallucination
Opt for change? complicated with this two party system spinning without tractions
These are the smeared fingerprints of the gods, the undertaking and domination of nations
These are the smeared fingerprints of the gods, the undertaking and domination of nations

Place your ear to the ground and cringe from the sound
For the authority driven wolves strut closer with a mocking grin etched across their faces
Marching along with tucked shirts and rust covered badges of acknowledgment
Choking on their triggers and sweeping their unjust under the damp crimson rug
Prejudice? discrimination? or just for amusement and exploitation?
A broken record that continues to breed, a dismembered system that everlastingly succeeds
Tonight this adolescent says hello to his ruination,
Tomorrow the wolves continue their domination
Domination!
Place your ear to the ground and cringe from the sound
For the authority driven wolves strut closer with a mocking grin etched across their faces
Marching along with tucked shirts and rust covered badges of acknowledgment
Choking on their triggers and sweeping their unjust under the damp crimson rug
A broken record that continues to breed, a dismembered system that everlastingly succeeds
Tonight this adolescent says hello to his ruination
Tomorrow the wolves continue their domination
Tomorrow the wolves continue their domination
Prejudice? discrimination? or just for amusement and exploitation?
Prejudice? discrimination? or just for amusement and exploitation?
Prejudice? discrimination? or just for amusement and exploitation?

Truth is eternally treason in the empire- empire of lies
For our empire muzzles the lips of a savior who howls corruption
His exploration of reality has ruffled the feathers of a starving vulture
Classified america breeds and multiplies, vastly shrouded from us and even itself
A dark bureaucracy devoted to protecting us lurks beneath our corroding democratic practice
How will anyone create change when we cannot see inside this dark machine?
Classified america breeds and multiplies, vastly shrouded from us and even itself
An era where a military-political demon is hidden from all scrutiny
We must ask ourselves.... but who watches the watchmen?
Truth is eternally treason in the empire of lies
Truth is eternally treason in the empire of lies
For our empire, muzzles the lips of a savior who howls corruption
Classified america breeds and multiplies, vastly shrouded from us and. even... and even itself
Classified america breeds and multiplies

We collectively flock to dispel our thirst from the streams of this depleting blue gold
But the god-like global power shifts away from the earth's
Gelatinous black blood that fuels their darling death machines
The blood fueling and carelessly weaving every lifeless object that you and i adore and yearn
Texas tea bubbling beneath us is becoming the bastard step child of the oil tycoons
For its depleting, shriveling and the world is convulsing in dehydration!
For its depleting, shriveling and the world is convulsing in dehydration!
Black discharge flows, resembling a gaping wound feeding the
Mouths of leeches and vultures under our weeping skies
They've caught on that its running out and move with guillotines and bright smiles
For its depleting, shriveling and the world is convulsing in dehydration!
For its depleting, shriveling and the world is convulsing in dehydration!
Let's all naively sit and watch this progress, allow the common man to have absolutely no rest
We collectively flock to dispel our thirst from the streams of this depleting blue gold
We collectively flock to dispel our thirst from the streams of this depleting blue gold

We gape at our neurotic hands and swallow our own conclusive, unease
Inhaling the somber air and consuming the broadcasts that mislead
Modified imagery punctures an open wound of incomprehension within the mind
Within the mind!
They perch detached from reality, swigging on the bottle of manipulation
This empire carries on an evolving lie in the bottomless eyes of corporation greed
For them, ignorance equates strength. a constructed fantasy they use to mislead
Modified imagery puncture's an open wound of incomprehension within the mind
Day a after clay a nation submerged in a sea of televised panic and petty idolization
They perch detached from reality, swigging on the bottle of manipulations
This empire carries on an evolving lie in the bottomless eves of corporation greed
For them, ignorance equates strength. a constructed fantasy they use to mislead
We gape at our neurotic hands and swallow our own conclusive unease
Inhaling the somber air and consuming the broadcasts that misleads!
This empire carries on an evolving lie in the bottomless eyes of corporation greed
Of corporation greed
This empire carries on an evolving lie in the bottomless eyes of corporation greed

The withering serpent puts out his cigar with a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation
Its embers dance overhead (its embers dance over head) his polished boots,
As his yearning parade bubbles: for a xenophobic nation
He puts his hungry wolves upon leashes
They choke as they sniff out racial agendas under the boiling sun
For shackling the blameless men and women in unroofed reformatories is priority number one
He releases his soldiers under his command racing to feast on anyone who criticizes his work
He puts his hungry wolves upon leashes
They choke as they sniff out racial agendas under the boiling sun
As un-violent inmates die in rotting cages, giving the man nothing more than a smirk
After years of waiting, nothing has changed. he spits a cesspool of deception
A leader? a hero? a territorial martyr? more or a less an enormous misconception
The withering serpent puts out his cigar with a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation
After years of waiting, nothing has changed. he spits a cesspool of deception
A leader? a hero? a territorial martyr? more or a less an enormous misconception

Our apparent saviors have placed arms and ammunition
Directly into the hands of demons of the south
They've molded a gunrunning scandal so inflammatory it makes one nauseous at the mouth
Their personal formulation to smother a weakening second amendment
Immense fraud!
Fair millions of malignant imaginations to sit, watch, cheer and applaud!
Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control
Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control
A failed concocted plan for the veiled executioner's throne of blood
Opening the ignorant gates, let. loose-of this fear mongering flood
Our tombstones are stepping stones in this struggle for control
A failed concocted plan for the veiled executioner's throne of blood
Opening the ignorant gates, let loose of this fear mongering flood
Our apparent savior's have placed arms and ammunition
Directly into the hands hands of demon's of the south
They've molded a scandal so inflammatory makes one nauseous at the mouth
Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control
Our tombstone are stepping stones in this struggle for control

A monetary plague is digging the world into an economic culmination tomb
Sculpted by the cods who have built their throne upon a foundation of falsity
An elastic currency uncoils and is extracted from the benumbed lingers of millions
Papered bills are lessened as they tarnish with gluttony, a mute nation walks blindfolded
As anarchism rears its face, they are answered by an iron fist
Fixed media arousal, for hypocrisy has its own elegant symmetry
Let an empire cease to exist, entomb the masses as they persist to resist
Let an empire cease to exist, entomb the masses as they persist to resist
An elastic currency uncoils and is extracted from the benumbed lingers of millions
Papered bills are lessened as they tarnish with gluttony, a mute nation walks blindfolded
Let an empire cease to exist, entomb the masses. as they persist to resist

I am staring at the Sun of the Nothing
For I want to eat the visions of God
Consuming the knowledge and power that radiates overhead
As I slumber in a bed of vegetation and thorns leaving behind unease and dread
I feed from pretentious notions and malignant demons through its rays
For hell is abandoned and this single horror walks amongst our ongoing cliches
My eyes, my perception - They seem to smolder and whiten
For it seems that I have peered into the diseased display of myself
I am the eater of the sun
I am the destroyer of worlds

Sun of Nihility, I shamefully disturb you
My relentless knocking is constantly ignored
I can narrowly overhear your serene breathing anymore
Have you grown weary of spinning measureless circles across the sky?

Are you drained of feeding and decalcifying my awakening third eye
A resting place to connect with the Earth's depths
I lay designating my dreams as masters under composed breath
Enraptured by the sphere of damnation

I sleep on a cross for my madness
I exist within a foundation of stone
Encircled and smothered within bars of rust
It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity
Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls
Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust
An existence within a casket to bear the living
My humble and delusional confine

Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power
My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters
As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea
I overlook how trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive
I beg for one's own remission, simultaneously teething the flesh that breeds religion
Transmitted whispers crawl into each of us and birth dictating monsters
All creations encircling me are charades and impostors
So trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive
All comprehension I've discovered was all concocted to deceive

I've come to an implausible conclusion
That I'm bathing my hands with a refreshment of poison
I'm indulging my thirstiness with an infectious substance
For the bane of my existence is solely outlined to aid the breeding of ill and brainless
Lather, rinse, repeat
Gather, convince, deceit
A global shift has commenced one gallon at a time
Turning the masses into walking malignancies
Imbecilic livestock with their numbers on the decline
A world is carved from blameless blood
Carving miles of trenches deep into the intellect of man

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again
It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion
For my Lord comes in a tiny capsulated form
Restore prayers with inebriation - my dependency
A substance helping me string
And I must carefully weave my life in a destructive, spiraling transcendency
These divine elements shine a light so radiant when synthesized
A celestial antidote to cure all
A heavenly impurity to alter what we know as God

We socialize in the moonless pit
Of my own intelligence

I'm suspended in space
And encircled by mirrors

Through my reflection
Things are becoming clearer
Apparently teeth
Are beginning to germinate from the roots of my eyes

I find myself wincing
As they chew through my optic flesh

Layers of teeth
Dancing, waltzing
Their way out of my now punctured face [2x]

It's comical in retrospect
I used to enjoy this
Levitating notion of escape

It's opening the gates
To a newborn philosophy

My deep seeded dementia embraced

Layers of teeth
Dancing, waltzing
Their way out of my now punctured face [2x]

My deep seeded dementia embraced

[Solo]

Hallucinogenic contemplations
Have become my finest friend

It's opening the gates
To a newborn philosophy
My deep seeded dementia embraced [2x]

I recognize a blueprint for madmen has been inked
Inked within the skin of myself
They've planted seeds and have been sewn into buried monuments
They're entombed doomsday vaults resembling monstrous coffins
A mind bending experimentation to reshape my everyday consumption
they can see through the cracks
To inject the soil in which I stand
It perverts that of which I bloom
Disease slumbers within the earth
Blooming gardens of slaughter

A landscape of mountains and filth floods my perspective
Nightfall worms its way, mutating the air into a black mass of secrets
It's alluring as I stand on the summit of self-destruction in all of its brilliance
I have a panoramic view of my prodigal fate with a nose dive out of existence
My untouched eyelids unlock in a pineal gland trance of blasphemy
My cerebral matter synthesizes a sharpened warmth forming a kaleidoscopic ecstasy
A fond farewell decent morphs to a stairwell of a hallucinogenic world
Lost in a sea of illusions and alternate reality