1. Straight For The Sun
Gone.
Shoot me straight for the sun
I wanna be the only one left
Misdiagnosed condition
Burnt beyond recognition
Sink her straight through the floor
She's not breathing anymore
Choke in this atmosphere
Nothing will be left here
Gone.
2. Desolation
Spoken sideways and indirect
Without a single word left unchecked
And by your own admission
no one is ever above suspicion
Defenses never to be let down
The lies readily abound,
gaping jaw tightly wound.
In your desolation
Still searching for nowhere
Desolation
You’re living in nowhere.
Smoking gun, cause and effect
Paradise lost, a beautiful wreck
And to you I solemnly swear
All I ever wanted was away from here
All that for nothing,
what a fucking waste of time
I only took what was rightfully mine
Seek and you shall find.
The dying man might take you with him
Until then I’ll split the difference
All that for nothing,
what a fucking waste of time.
I’m gonna take what is rightfully mine.
All that for nothing,
what a fucking waste of time
The dying man might take you with him
I swear to you I’ll split the difference
All that for nothing
what a fucking waste of time.
3. Ghost Walking
1, 2, 3
Do you remember when work was bond, a fleeting promise in the light of the dawn.
Barren December under a falling sky, the end of days are the reason to die.
Obliteration never looked so divine.
Holding your breath for the moment in time
You lived through hell, now you're trying to die
The skin is healed but your bleeding inside
Shots fired just to numb the pain
There's no one left to save
Night blind on the shining path
Ghost walking in the aftermath
Hypnotized, 60 cycle hum
The broken cadence of a distant drum
21 to 1 I'm liking the odds
A blood junkie with a lightning rod
A dirty rig and a heavenly nod
And still you wind up nowhere
Obliteration never looked so divine
Holding your breath for the moment in time
You lived through hell, now you're trying to die
The skin is healed but your bleeding inside
Shots fired just to numb the pain
There's no one left to save
There's no one left to save
There's no one left to save
Now
You chase the dragon but it follows you home
Now
You lost the fever dreams and broken hope
Desolation never looked so divine
Promise yourself for the very last time
You lived through hell, now you're trying to die
The skin is healed but your bleeding inside
Shots fired just to numb the pain
There's no one left to save
There's no one left to save
Ohhhh there's no one left
A fever dream
There's no one left to save
Shots forever end the pain
There's no one left to save
4. Guilty
Never fear the truth, or a lie correctly used
When everything you do comes back three times to you
By any other name, the guilty still remain
Suspended in the feign, pawn to his own intentions
Still hidden in the fold
The story bought and sold
Commodified indoctrinate expendables into the splendid lie.
Bound by the chain of lies you've wrapped around you
You're trapped in regression
Dying in the face of the truth
Stoic in silence we're blind inside the void
Ruins remind us of all we've destroyed Dead rail
No way back from here
The mainline to nowhere
Still hidden in the fold
The story bought and sold
Commodified indoctrinate expendables into the splendid lie.
You're just gluing your amber eyes shut
As the world keeps spinning around your cage
While you're waiting for the ghost to bite.
And that ghost will bite.
Still spinning in the veil
Locked in beyond the pale
Internalize and fabricate escapable
Into the deadly lie.
Bound by the chain of lies
Filled with aggression, watch you die in the face of the truth.
5. The Undertow
You always needed people like me
Directions for your fingers to point
A crooked dealer's blaming spree
I'm guaranteed to disappoint
You're weak and scared and cutting raw deals
But fortune always favours the bold
I'll bet it all and crush your bluff
I'll never yield nor ever fold.
And I won't shoulder the blame.
I am the one who's left to take the fall
I fight the constant undertow.
You always needed a distraction
A target for the stones that you thrown
To draw attention to your actions
I'm tailor made so lock & load
Oh, you're telling tales You spineless coward
Your word's not worth its weight in shit
Back against the wall, belligerent.
I won't shoulder the blame
So high and mighty But when the bottom drops out
You're gonna find me standing where you left me.
Deal the last hand, let the cards fall where they may
From your castle made of sand you're looking down at me
So high and mighty But when the bottom drops out
You'll have to face me waiting where you left me.
6. The Number Six
Sloth is the enemy of greatness
Reflection a scalpel to my mind.
We strive as you leisurely criticize
A free ride until you find that you've dug your own grave
Lie by lie.
Just a running mouth
Poison words you throw about
Drag you to your end
The number six
Leviathan.
You've dug your own grave with your spite
You've dug your own grave lie by lie
A cancer that needs to be cut out
Sweet slander the razor to your throat
Trim the fat
A loose end to be tied up and cast aside
Left to find that you've dug your own grave.
A relentless imposition by a self-fulfilling travesty
From one who is just rotting there
In slut's wool and zero history
Aesthetic condemning
Erratic condescending
An empty barrel always makes the most noise
And I begin to feel my hands around your throat.
You've dug your own grave with your spite
You've dug your own grave lie by lie
A running mouth and poison words will be your end
The number six
Leviathan.
7. Barbarosa
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8. Invictus
Unconquered.
Life is born of agony's strain
Manifested in suffering
Most live crippled by fear,
I'd rather walk it off on bloody stumps until I've bled dry
Yeah, we're all gonna die.
You brand it a crisis
I name it an honour
To face what arises
To remain unconquered.
All the worst that I feared has come to pass
And despair is in an endless supply
I dug my way to bottom of the bloody truth
Buried beneath a spotless lie
I'm sworn to stay the course that I alone have chosen
Because we're all gonna die.
I'm cauterized
I'm gonna heat the blade
I'm gonna ride this pain.
Unconquered.
Life's a fatal disease without a cure
but as it kills me I'll stare right in it's eye.
There's no way out
I'm sworn to stay the course that I alone have chosen
So how will you die?
There's no way out.
Unconquered.
9. Cheated
So inevitable another lie another reason to justify
Tearing it down
Honesty such a novelty so we king ourselves with a plastic crown
Casualty of a daydream nation
Close acquaintance, no relation
Search & Destroy
Dignity we left laying along the way
To everyone's dismay
Predictable cliché
Kindred enemies
The walking dead
Living a lie
Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
So unavoidable another fight sell the ticket and crash the ride
Burn it down
A legacy of brutality
So caught up in the process of weeding out
The chopping block starving for a neck
Pointing fingers and stabbing backs
Never question, conformity
The big take over under way
Much to our dismay
A lucrative display
Perpetual decay
Left to destroy themselves
Yet somehow still alive
Battling for the best position, posturing for recognition
The best days thrown away
In an age of quarrel
Butcher the memories.
Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
10. Insurrection
When the walls fall around you is when you begin to find
That the depths you have found have become now too hard to climb
You reconcile your pain in the loneliest refrain
And crawl tied and bound to the one thing you can't leave behind
And start over again This insurrection
The same reflection. Perpetual
And start over again and again and again and again
This insurrection.
A broken voice without a word to live by
Eyes slammed shut watch the world go by
It should have been way better than this
You can't anticipate the things that you miss
And how long til you let it go
Master unreality Nothing to show and in the end
Top of the mountain of nowhere
First in the line dying to get back there
You can't get back there.
First in the line to catch a glimpse of the shrine
The closest we ever got to divine
Irrefutable indisputable infallible impossible to de
11. Terminally Unique
There's nothing new under the gun
Cognitive dissonance
Wallow in sardonic fear while your will breaks like glass
Throw on the blinders, ignore the signs
Sink ever deeper, swallow the lie.
How far did you think that you could run?
You crossed the last meridian
As life passes you by.
Outside the fishbowl looking in
Clarity to bear witness
Oblivious and obstinate
And you're a fucking mess.
Seal all the exits, tie your own hands
Burn all the bridges, head in the sand.
How far did you think that you could run?
You crossed the last meridian
And it's all coming down now as the clock ticks on
Your life is passing by.
Awaken.
Singing the same tired old song
Predictable and somnambulant
Suffering from terminal uniqueness
When will you awaken?
Your life is passing by.
12. To The End
I've held the hand of God and I've sang the Devil's song
And when it comes my time no tears are gonna fall
But some will light the fire And some will mourn the one
Left longing for the ire of their departed son.
Oh lord have mercy thank God you're gone
Here's to the end, thank God you're gone.
They finally shoved you in the box they could never fit you in
An empty cell forever locked So much for best intentions.
But some will load the gun And some will hone the knife
Some will raise the fist as they recall your life.
We've waited for so long, thank God you're gone.
I've held the hand of God and I've sang the Devil's song
You'll never erase the past or regain what's lost
You're finally gone So far gone.
13. Visitation
The path I set out on took a turn
when the axis shifted
This is not the life I envisioned
What's done is done
The crime is committed
Now the beast has come home to roost
He returns with blood on his hands
Caught in the trap of meeting
the laws of supply and reprimand
My blood is boiling.
I can't feel my own skin
Though I can see it crawling
Can't expose all these sins
But I can see them falling down.
There's no escape from building tension
The pressure valve has been refitted
A lost plot in constant revision
A rising storm that's never abated
You can't know enough 'til too much
The envelope is decimated
Too far gone now to reverse my course and be subjugated
And my blood keeps boiling.
This is a labour of hate.
This is how I choose to survive
The only way I know to exist
The road is hard and the cost is high
But I was built for this,
My labor of hate.
14. King Me
I saw the world through the lens of a pinhole camera
I saw nothing. I was blind.
In between a black hole and a super nova is where you’ll find me
Imploding and expanding simultaneously
No longer blind.
I’d been running away for so long
When I finally caught myself there wasn’t much left.
The script’s last page is blank
And the medicine is gone.
A sick monster, a twister of dark matter
On a heavier trip than you can comprehend
A tornado trying to mend the life it shattered
Waiting for nothing to begin.
A flat line, my insides are turning out.
King Me is killing me.
I keep walking past the places I was born in
Now their faces are blank, shiny, and dead
I don’t recognize a thing, I can’t recall them
A closed book that I can never read again.
A flat line, my insides are turning out.
The lights fade, this final war starts now.
King Me is killing me.
All of that is ending now for I have arisen
Survived myself somehow, dead and imprisoned
I’m fighting to live if I am to see the day
I swear I’ll never sleep again
I am no man’s slave.
I wanted the fog to lift but I was living in a cloud
Nostalgia is grinding the life from today
The present always dies in future memories
And King Me is killing me
Cut wide open and bleeding to death for all to see.
King Me is killing me.
He’s killing me.
He won’t kill me.
I won’t let him kill me.
He won’t kill me.
15. Digital Sands
A thousand Romes are set aflame
A thousand Neros sing their own refrains
Narcissus improved & enhanced
He gloats while basking in his arrogance
Conceit & pride are going viral
A globe that's reached it's critical mass
A pixilated downward spiral
Fixated on the looking glass.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity
To worship yourself in the cult of me
In the cult of me!
Just squeaking wheels in a fuck machine
High resolution lies fill the screen
The lowest common dominator
Propaganda pitched by petty dicatators.
An endless temple, a shrine to your vanity
To worship yourself in the cult of me
In the cult of me!
You worship yourself
In the cult of me
So what's the measure of a man
(We are the end)
Lost in shifting digital sands?
(We are the end)
And what's the standard supposed to be
(We are the end)
When nothing is as it seems?
(We are the end)
You've trapped yourself inside this temple
Enraptured by your vanity
A sacrifice to your own image
A prisoner of the cult of me
