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Promises hung from your finger tips
Dangled before our eyes
We applauded our own damnation
Praised the puppets show of lies

And still they dance upon your stage of deception
Still they twist and writhe
Remove their heads but it will ruin the fiction
We much prefer their masks of lies

So bring forth your serpents
Make them dance just like before
No need for a sequel
Feed us yesterday's lies, we'll still beg for more

Will the curtain ever fall?
Or will the show go on?
Is this a tragedy that has no ending?
Burn this fucking stage to the ground!

You are nothing but a perfect deception
A hollow man ...

This moment of clarity
Pulled the skin back from my eyes
My bonds are broken
But they will once again be retied

Cities burn before me
And only shadows that lurk behind these eyes
Will ever serve to remind me
I once loved those I now despise

I tore the lips right from my face
I'm so tired of pleading
At least now I can pretend I'm smiling

I spit the heart right from my chest
I couldn't stop the bleeding
Gouge out my eyes, I will cry no more

This flesh is cold
And I feel nothing
Without what's within
I am only suffering

Life crumbles around me
The earth recoils from each footfall ...

There is a force that's rising
From the ashes of a stillborn dream
This world shall surely suffer
Beneath the voice of this new regime

The enslaved shall form the foundation
The mortar will run thick with blood
The stones will shatter backs and soul
So leave the broken bodies face down in the mud

Twisting, writhing, begging, smash their lives into the ground
Make them futile for those that still carry on
Feed us carrion, sustained by those that have died,
Simply breathing or are we truly alive

Can this be the height of out potential
Feed our masters or we feed the crows
This can't be the truth of our existence
Waste ...

Was poking around my old band's myspace page and found this. I think a bottle of Jack may have been involved, can't really remember.


The deaths of friends,
The lives of those who might soon join them,
Those that have stood for what is right,
Those that have been trampled for standing in the way of what is wrong.

The will of the many,
The unchallenged power of the few,
Those who break their backs to make others' lives more substantial,
And those who live in comfort while men starve like dogs on their doorstep.

The sound of change,
Resonating through halls of tyranny,
And the stench of fear that permeates their fortress,
While the ...