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I live thru still life points of light
Catagorized by withering landscapes of hopelessness
Now to bite the feeding hand is a testament of our existence
And my head is full of secrets
Now lean closer to our whispers
Now our unconscious minds as these days pass
We hang our heads in disgust
We are worthless as we Rust
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Stairway to Nowhere
03:10
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Shadows of darkness eclipsing the horizon
The torches continue to burn through the indifference
And we will carry on our name against the rain
While we sing the death march melody
We sing the praise of unwanted slaves
"This world is worthless"
"There lies are miserable"
"Hold back your sentiments"
"Your towers will fall"
I'm sorry,your call cannot be completed
Because His life will never be complete
In the END...
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Dear Lover, Sleep Well
04:14
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Even though they say patience is a virtue
The joke is on you for playing the fool
You no longer stand at my side
And our mutual distaste is growing
The loss of you is depression
As the credits begin to roll
Staring at a blank white screen
That remains glowing
The loss of you is pathetic
Because of you I breed misery
You were my first and now your my last
Dear Lover,I bid you farewel...and Goodbye
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November Lust
01:43
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Breath...The deteriation of our youth
Gives away to rebirth and grasping upon
These minute intervals as our choices lay
Forth unclear for we have crossed
countless paths in pursuit of happiness
We will carry this torch in dismay
we will burn his cacophony
For were grown and Harvested
To remain Silent
As the towers came crashing
Novemeber Lust was calling
You never chose to listen
Now the joke is on you so breath
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The all seeing eye is watching you little sheep
so tell me how does it feel to know the wolves of Juddah
will wear your skin like clothes, your skin like clothes
While you were fast asleep well they pulled the wool over your eyes
and no one is gonna be there to catch you
because no one wants to hear your screams, hear your screams
Who will hear you scream if NO one cares to listen
Our angels have torn off their wings
And they threw them into the void
and the pharoh well he's failure forever
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I can no longer read the news
so awful and depressing isnt it
will we live the day
when we ask ourselves
what could have been?
well see I told you
this is exactly what would happen but you wouldnt listen
Because you never chose to listen well now the joke is on you
So who will be there standing
For when you fall down from grace
Well see I told you
this exactly what would happen but you wouldnt listen
Because you never chose to listen well now the joke is on you
So tell me who will be there standing When you fall from Grace
THIS IS HOW FREEDOM FEELS BREATH IT IN WHILE YOU CAN
IT MAY BE YOUR LAST HEARTLESS BREATH
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Filthy Nameless Angels
03:39
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Sifting through lapses in our time
Somehow we continue to thrive
In the threshhold of Mankinds demise
In the threshhold of Mankinds demise
Now excommunicate those lies set before our eyes
Well our sources say eliminate
the weak from the herd
to better our purpose
To serve the God Machines
Now bow and pray on your knees
While we excommunicate those lies set before our eyes
Now breath
In the season
Every breath
Is our treason
Now the fall of the liars
And our Dead Angels
Have no more NAMES
Well our filthy dead angels have torn off their nameless wings again...
Our Angels have no more filthy names
Now take your problems and shove down in that old wishing well
Because one day they will be there to stab you in the back
Well I live for this day...This day of names,Oh no more names
Well our filthy angels...and their dead old names...
Well take all of our problems and cry NAMES...
Because the fall of the Liar passes with those old dead names
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Wolf Island
03:36
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Out on the island is where they keep all the wolves and from what can tell those wolves are hungry oh those wolves are hungry for something more
forever wasted and forever fucked for out on the island is where they keep all the wolves and from what I can tell those wolves are hungry oh those wolves are hungry for something more...FORVEVER WASTED_FOREVER FUCKED
Now just remember oh please always remember that those old wolves will always eat well being forever wasted and forever fucked
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Dead Air
06:55
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The feeling of Dead Air passes through my lips
As a reminder of these old mistakes
Were just passing phase
This converstaion is dead
This passing phase
This craving for more
In the end all in vain
Im sorry for my actions
spoke to clear this time old friend
This converstaion is dead
And our wasted lives
Of all these gifts
Gone in a blink of an eye
Through blurred visions
Our bodies collide
We've played this game to many times
This converstaion is dead
Was the last words she said
Useless these old mistakes
Always remain the same
Those days are dead...
Those words are dead...
She said
Those days are dead
Those words are dead
And gone
Was her last words she said to me
This converstaion is dead
These old mistakes
Just a passing phase
And I'm sorry for my choice in words
We played this game
A thousand times before
And I'm sorry for my choice in words...
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Habits Portland, Oregon
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