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Now that we've reached the end,
And I'm the only one surviving,
I'm just waiting for the morning light,
To touch my skin,
Warm my heart,

But I see a dead world at sunrise.
A dead world at sunrise,

And out of the great beyond came a pitch-black multitude,
Here to choose the weakest of our race:
Hellhounds with the devil's own face
Confused a violent strike for something finally here to guide the way,
Our faith in order was a mistake.
So fearful and divine and devoid of grace,
They try to run but there's no escape.
And the light decayed on that final day,

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth and sold them off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around
Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate
Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war with their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
Kneeling and trembling before him
Waiting on knowledge, fed to us with a plastic spoon
Consuming the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased, with every word spoken today
Make what you will and understand, a typical feud nurtured, over many moons past

Tap the primal circuit, the current lets you know you’re alive.
Make this crushing power ceaseless, you could capture the world.
When embracing the electric kingdom, know that it could all come crashing down.
With unseen surges coming closer, I fight to defend my denied throne.
I took selected analysis.
That day I never felt more addicted.
Barely surviving the shock, soon I found myself in a cruel
revolving door.

Careless, to try to think that we've progressed
And the, and the consequence of walking quietly
We only know, what we've been told
Self's exposed,
And overloaded, x3
These monuments built by thieves, x2
Keep us contained.

Who are you, what have you become?
A charming illusion, a source of confusion.
Another day & you'll win the race, another day & you'll find your place: a charming illusion, a source of confusion.
Another rise to power, no matter who or when, and we will know of our freedom never again.
A common thread of distance in the hearts of men & we'll have love for our brothers never again.
We are all the victims of a will to overcome.
How far we've gone out of touch.
There's no right side of war.

Pull me from the gallows
of this fiber-optic nation

I cannot compute why
we celebrate this mediocrity

Just let me download my
latest update right now

inching nearer each and every moment, feel the rhythm of our drums.
Searching, seeking forward thinking, a dawning of mind that we create.
A border breaking for the taking, words that remind us to awake.
I don't need a bold commandment; I've got one of my own.
Stand alone.
Let's watch Babylon fall, our captivity.
Vices of the kingdom, exile in luxury.
You'll hear the darkest voice say bow before, crawl beneath, dance around my altar, if you grovel long enough.

Most of the men here will die but we are all the ones
the constellations will guide through the night while you sleep
So we will leave as a fleet,
but return like the martyrs of the sea and the spheres, up above, all of us
I've walked down the road just to find that I'm alone,
the flagship stands but the rest may have been burned
I've carried the weight at a nations demands, now
Mother will you guide us home

We shared a common trade of reasoning out the years
Of failed affections and faces to forget
You should have told me
That the ties that made it all worth the while
Were quickly becoming a race to the blame
I tried to gain the advantage over you
It's plain to see there's nothing I could do or say
I tried to gain the advantage over you

Look at me now
I'm losing control
I don't know what to call myself.
I know that I'm sick of playing a role
All along I've been kidding myself,
Seeking out a set reality.

They say sanity is dictated by what the larger percentage of society sees.

Hollow self indulgence leading the way
In the wake of intent that day
At the faultline, at the faultline we were
Searching for answers
Filthy crimes, power play
Grasping for our lessons overthrown, lessons overthrown
What you've gone and done now
It's hard to get over

am walking a line between
the profound and banal
losing my faith
but now why's it so cold at night
whenever I'm alone
the child is gone
so I've been told
in every bet there is a fool and a thief

I'm not ashamed to say I take pleasure in burning all of my epitaphs
Turning the sands of time into glass
Push through here and beyond
Endure every trial, breaking in from the outside
Back to the struggle to then find strength in a starting over
I vowed not to spend my life comforted by enclosure
Better to cry out in pain than be uninvolved
Silent and lame to the life that beckons us

You make your way but don't belong. I swear youre not the only one.
Is that what you've been dreaming? There are other ways of staying strong , than keeping out the other ones.
I feel the light years between what you say and what you mean. You wont get through with that phony confidence.
I hear you speak, but nothing is said. You'll be stranded on the other side, endless nights upon endless nights.
Endless nights upon endless nights, you'll be alone, alone to the grave.
There's a place in all of us, the same in everyone, making right the balances in all of us.
Aching and burning and growing and learning, and building the world around us.
Until our lives are done, we'll share the same emotions, shed tears of eulogy, then turn to plant our seeds.

Welcome home, an interrupted kitchen fight
cut the ties.. You lay your blame in a god's name.
Casualties must be defined now,
before I trust you for a cure,
because I'm not so sure..
You're not sorry..
You're not sorry..

Slaving for my solace of mind,
digging in the sand tilll there's blood on my hands,
Careless to the state I'm in, I've so long been alone.
I've so long been alone.
I can't go on.
Rain down, rain down.
Cleanse my soul. Flow like a river.
Forging insight by pagan torchlight,

A story without a name.
A desert journey that we became.
Another test of our power
overcoming on a black day.
Appalling how they're running
for the honor like a campaign.
To be the leaders of a phony dead scene in a magazine.
I always figured there was something more.