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 ...