1. |
Trembling Creature
03:55
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Tick tick tick tock,
this ticking clock has shaken you
to the very core
Is your coat of gold
keeping you warm,
now that you know
Everything that could've went wrong,
it went that way
Sense of despair, it hangs in the air
with its never ending glory
Sands of time took it all away,
there is no time to be sorry
I feel ashamed,
things are this way,
but I don't feel a goddamn thing
Colder than a whore's heart
Awkward sound silence on the phone,
a scripted fucking routine
Blood's thicker than water,
but thickness of your wallet is all you see
Sense of despair, it hangs in the air
with its never ending glory
Sands of time took it all away,
there is no time to be sorry
You can never take back what the bottle stole
Sense of despair, it hangs in the air
with its never ending glory
Sands of time took it all away,
there is no time to be sorry
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2. |
Catalyst
04:08
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Have ye courage,
O my brethren
All hail the tailor of time,
you owe yourself a life
Shatter tombstones
that burden those lethargic eyes
Once unbeatable mountains
are but tiny mere crumbs
Crush them with might,
sharpen your blade,
get up and fight
Lift yourself
Off that filthy ground
Lift yourself
Stay proud!
You're the master and the slave
Have the courage
Choose which crown you'll wear
Oh my brothers
You're the tailor and the robe
Lift yourself
What you wear is what you've sewed
Lift yourself
Off that filthy ground
Lift yourself
Stay proud!
Rise up
Fly high
Conquer it all!
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3. |
Matches in the Wind
04:10
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This vicious compulsion of ours
A trainwreck of leather and stone
This wicked corrosion of ours
Has your eyes begging me for more
I'm your shepard,
to the slaughter I lead you
Insanity it echoes from every broken bone
Take off your face,
an unachievable perfection
Your masochistic eyes keep begging me for more
Some things are
better left in darkness and unspoken for
Charcoal,
black fingertips
never tasted so goddamn wrong,
But I'm here and I'm begging you for more
Strike another,
cling on it for your dear life,
This time the flicker,
it just might paint the picture right
Trivial exhibition,
striking matches in the whirlwind
Let this cursed flame die out, 'till it's no more
Some things are
better left in darkness and unspoken for
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4. |
Sultans of Spin
03:40
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Now listen up over here
All of your words are starting to taste a little sour
Force-feed all of the fools,
I refuse to be led
Scars on my neck are fresh,
and noose is still red and wet
Filthy sharp razor tongue
Twirling us 'round and round
Choke on your spit and die
But I’m not buying, whatever you’re selling to me
I'm not buying
All of your words are starting to smell a little foul
Pouring like waterfalls,
so vain are all those
Dubious narratives,
bend over take them in
Slip them in carefully,
Lube with conformity,
Gods these days, they are wearing green
But I’m not buying, whatever you’re selling to me
I'm not buying
Is your money that good?
Does it wash away?
Does stench of it all?
Keep you up and awake?
Does the mirror shatter
where your eyes and the conscience meet?
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5. |
Traveler's Curse
07:11
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A bittersweet reprieve
Chasing these crippled dreams
Drown with me
Drown in me
Twisted whispers of tomorrow, they echo in my head
Worn out, tattered soles
Naked skin is tasting blood
Bleed with me
Bleed for me
Twisted whispers of tomorrow, they echo in my head
Every road, there's a soul that's left behind
Time and Time again
And again, and again, and again, and again
White line after white line! These restless headlights chase each other; Silky threads, transcendent beds, unfamiliar ceilings,
low life beings and other scum! Fuck, where am I again?!
Days have become a meaningless bunch of numbers
and I've left my heart on the pavement one too many times.
As thorns pierce my every pore
In you crawl under my skin
Sweltering
Winds of east
Pull me away
Time and time again
You've crept up under my skin
NO!
Eyes shut I am no
one blank as a ghost I roam
just let me be!
Eyes shut rusty nails
slowly hammered in
I'm tied but wondering!
Eyes shut I am lost
no where to be found I roam
just let me be!
Eyes shut I am no
one blank as a ghost I roam
just let me be!
Twisted whispers of tomorrow, they echo in my head
Time and time again
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Like Prog? Like Metal? This is the band for you. Don't like prog? Don't like metal? That's okay. Still the band for you. As a band, we strive to be a figure of balance, with the de-tuned riffs of djent, the atmosphere of neo-prog, and the time-signature modulation of progressive rock and metal, while still maintaining a focused and melodic centric base of coherent songwriting. ... more
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