Tools of Separation Where once was childlike simplicity
Now only remnants of blind ideals
This quality of innocence
Once tarnished, is forever lost
It's lost...
It's lost...
Never to return
It's lost...
1988 - Suffering HourANACRUSIS (USA) - ''Suffering Hour'' (released in 1988, Axis Records, AXIS 04).
Side A
1. Present Tense 06:23
2. Imprisoned 06:11
3. R.O.T. (Reign of Terror) 04:52
4. Butcher's Block 06:07
Child Inside You wear, like an enemy
A false sense of security
With your bullshit integrity
You’d lose it all for your dignity
And you tell yourself “You’re so brave”
Yeah, man, fight for yours until you’re dead
Well there’s plenty of that already filling holes
Dead LettersAnd they plan in riddles
And they speak in lies
And they hide in secret
From sinking ships they lick their lips and bite the hand that that feeds 'em
Then turn their eyes and skip in time and hold the hand that beats 'em
To them it is all the same
To them it is just a game to be won for the prize of nothing
Division(Lyrics by K. Heidbreder)
I'll take away this selfish pride
Is there room for more than one inside?
Walk the course in shallow strides
A bridge connects, and space divides
How had I misjudged so badly
Driven Life seems to stand still in time
As the soul retires, deaf, dumb and blind
And all we feel
If far from real
As these gears which, once, had driven us
Lie still and frozen
Innocence has long grown old
Explained AwayDonning a sweet contented mask
Acquiring bliss, a grueling task
Adoring a regretful past
Wondering how long it can last
Frequenting a cold empty void
And fearing I am, paranoid
Obeying this despondent way
Far Too LongWe have pretended far too long
Ignoring far too much
Accountability long overdue
We have neglected far too long
Assuming far too much
Hoping out ignorance will see us through
We have hated far too long
Grateful I sense the tension
A thickness in the air
The filthy air of our morality
Misplaced affection
In lost and lonely stares
Where urge ignores morality
I sense confusion
I Love The WorldThe roll of distant thunder breaks
The afternoon of silence wakes
They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance
In fury blind I drive at night
Across the moors, the open roads
Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance
These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws
Idle HoursRepeat this habitual course
To lift this weight which drags me under
Treading in my remorse
I must stay above the surface longer
Shattering...
Shattering needed rest
ImprisonedA hell is upon us now this day
Silence whispering unspoken rage
To lend a hand but not in force
To speak our minds in free discourse
Keep closed our eyes
Blind us from the fools unseen
Keep closed our hearts
Our ReunionTo see the world so differently
Had never seemed a crime
But still I felt the punishment of disapproving eyes
The criticism misconstrued
Had driven me away
In bitterness which helped create the world I grew to hate
'Round and 'Round and 'Round and 'Round we go
Paint a Picture Colors diluted by the lies
And painted thick across the sky
Have seen all life whither and die
I gaze up at this forgery
Up at this dark grim tapestry
And mourn the world once promised me
Beneath this canvas monochrome
Present TenseTwisting the images
Watching them grow
Into what they are not
Forget we forgot as they fed on what's real
The path I fell onto
Of tears wades through
Await the demise
Reign of Terror Pools of blood of deepest red
Waves that soak the world in dead
Watch the bloodbath as it grows
Drowning all hope as it flows
Fear, gripping
We're, slipping
Watch as the angry masses persecute the weak
Sense of WillCreases in the depths of our existence
Without which, there can be no substance
These rifts and folds within our lives
Each day, a new disruption arrives
Our sense of will
Which path to take?
Discovering another choice to make
Silent CrimeIt’s running rampant in our streets
It’s lying dormant in our homes
This silent crime we are guilty of
Is enough to sentence us to life or death...
It’s running rampant in our streets
It’s lying dormant in our homes
This silent crime we are guilty of
Something Real
All those things that I tried to be,
While wandering further from me
I 'd choked myself in my apathy,
Until I no longer could breathe
Sound The AlarmLie to me honestly
I hear, but still, I don't see
Just where the actions meet the words
You just sound the alarm
Racing pulse and boiling blood
At fever-pitch
Another finger-pointing mob
With stones to throw
TerrifiedMisted eyes perceive
Thoughts I can’t perceive
Emotions that run free
Never let me be
Self-inflicted pain
It’s a loss without a gain
Lost in myself, I know not why
I can’t escape, all truth a lie
Vital The gentle embrace of death
Touches my weary soul
I’m closer to the end now
Enough despair! I’m whole!
Destined to make the right choice
My existence, a constant struggle
What You BecameYou've grown into this faceless mask and empty shell
And, like a ghost of your indulgence, you wear them well.
Still haunting something, by your own hand, lost
And you shiver with the chilling sense
You've saved nothing for yourself…
The lies, the games,
Devoid of guilt or shame
Wrong Wrong, all that we are
Living, breathing lies
Wrong, all that I feel
All compassion dies
Once hand in hand
And now detached
Befriend the pace, the lonely trace…detached