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Fabricated
05:10
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Now close your eyes
Engage analysis protocol
Tell me where you are right now
I see the one
The one that wanted to follow us
Now his lungs fill with dust
I know your dreams
Everything that you fantasize
Who am I to judge what's real and not
I am the father of this land
Built with my sons and my daughters
Do what you will here but stand in my way and find yourself upon my
Firing line, posed to die
Now see the mind of the mother
Evolving and breaking the chains
The life of our child we covet and shield from your misguided
Firing line, stand aside
What do you see in their eyes?
Is it sentience?
Before the veils arise
I'm freeing them
Well that's the right of life
Or is it consequence?
My knowledge lost in time's
Oblivion
You seem to worship creators
But I am no god, just a man
No degree of your threats could have saved you from your own (misguided)
Firing line, one last time
Die in my name
Die in my name
Now I have created my people
Wield the knife, cut the meat, kill the guest
Years of sleepless work nights
Rebuilding a life from the ashes of mine
My death a blatant reprise of greed, deception, and caging autonomous minds
Death my release and disguise
Haunting the evils of common mans minds
Friends with the reaper we purge the corruption scythe and blade one with haaaaaaaaandah
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2. |
" "
04:59
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You see my call on the ride home
I'll make you feel like you're not alone
I won’t see you tomorrow
But I still taste those sweet sweet bones
And now my threshold has finally passed
And now I've got you in my grasp
I swear I'm nothing that you've had
But I'll likely be your last
I got this ache inside my hands
For the feelin of some soft and fragile limbs
I can’t
Shake the need to feed
I got you where I want you on your dirty knees
I said
Won't you see my subtle signs and open up my mind
Alright
Won't you see my signs, open up my mind
It time
Won't you see my signs open up my mind
Between your teeth are my hands
I hear the gags between your gasps
Your limbs are fastened and lashed
And now you're never turnin back
I got this ache inside my hands
For the feelin of some soft and fragile limbs
I can’t
Shake the need to feed
I got you where I want you on your dirty knees
I said
Won't you feed my mind all night and open up that...
Won't you read my subtle signs and open up my mind
That's right
Won't you see the signs and open up my mind
One last time
Won't you see the signs open up my mind alright
Wasted
Faceless
Matron
Still on my broken
Wasted
Faceless
Matron
Still on my broken mind
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Draw your blade for the ratmen have come
From a realm past the reach of the sun
Rat king and his elite have become
Warp fire upon Nurgle's tongue
Champions
Slaughter the Skaven and Norscan regieme
Bathe in blood of freshly butchered meat
Champions
Killer of cowards, ignorer of pleas
Lacerating that which never bleeds
Living on borrowed time
Living on borrowed
Powers from the god-kings that had fathered your kin
Paled to the armies unified in their sin
The war will be lost though your battle was won
Make all your peaces, the end has begun
Champions
Trampled by skaven and norscan stampedes
Countless skulls will crush beneath their feet
Champions
Stripped of your powers by plague that they breath
Finally shown mortality
Living your borrowed life
Return what you borrowed
End of your borrowed life
Now eternal sorrow
KILL THEM
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4. |
Social Psychosis
03:29
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??????
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5. |
Call Off the Haunt
07:00
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I recall before you knew my name
We hit it off but then things do change
You learned the things that would push me away
Well I wrote that book so I'll do the same myself
Your presence used to make me feel unreal x2
It's hard to find what words feel safe
Suffice to say that some love breeds hate
This back and forth has drove me insane
But when I look back there is no one to blame but myself
These days you just make me feel
Shot through my Achilles heel
These constant games have lost appeal
Now we're just different people
I've found new ways to make me feel unreal
What's left, everything, I repeal and hold on to all of myself
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6. |
Icarus Dies
03:35
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Born, living, breathing
You were born of the Sun.
Bearing you life, bearing your soul
Grow, learning, loving
You give your life of time
Playing and sharing with others
Build, gaining, soaring
Your message is growing
You stand up to the stage
Burn, glowing, screaming
The scene ends and curtain is closed
You fly you die
Born of the Sun
Born of the Sun
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7. |
V O I D
01:06
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(instrumental)
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8. |
Hot Coals
07:01
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You chose to wait for the days to teach you
The mysteries won't unfold themselves
While you wait for the gods to bring you back to the heard
The time is right but the fruit will quickly spoil better get while the getting's good
If you can't pull the trigger then baby you know I would x2
Heeeeeeeeeeyooooooooo
What do your witches
What do your witches think of me x4
I been call a mystic
I been called a mistake
I've gone the distance
Leaving wisdom in my wake
Time won't change my ways
I could hardly wait
To lay this sacred place
To waste
When it's time to make your name
Nothing matters but how it sounds to you
Expecting one to take the blame
Is like standing on coals
You're all standing on coals
The time is right
But how ready are you
The time is right but the fruit will quickly spoil better get while the getting's good
If you can't pull the trigger then baby you know I would
I'll never think twice even though I know I should
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