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Forward March
03:46
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Decision… surgery starts with an incision. Finally in remission. Starting again with a clear vision. When it’s been reduced to lies, it’s time to say your goodbyes.
Redefine: what constitutes a sound peace of mind? Diamond is losing its shine, subject to unyielding hands of time. The thing that you love might not last, but you can’t live in the past.
Is it a tragedy, or did it set you free? From toxicity, complicity, and incivility, inefficiency and damage to your credibility and ability to save a sense of dignity. Gonna find a new divinity deep inside the vast infinity.
Can’t you see? It’s not unwittingly, it’s willingly. Attacking you consistently and weakening resiliency instinctively. It’s corrupt intrinsically—the pain and the shame of them treating you indifferently. They taught you futility, but you rise so beautifully and truly see (with a power and humility), you’re feeling it so truthfully to finally pen the eulogy.
When it's been reduced to lies it’s time to say your goodbyes. The thing that you love might not last, but you can’t live in the past: Forward March!
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Pestilence
05:13
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What was really expected? Was the virus detected? I keep on wondering when, because the pigs in the pen look rabid and infected ever since the virus was injected. And so spreads the pestilence (silent and blue), insulting our intelligence.
Corrupted from inception. Perfecting the perception. They’re looking so well adorned in those crisp uniforms—distract from the infection. Dedicated to deception. And so spreads the pestilence (violent and blue), with malice and malevolence.
Slave master stars turned into shields. Rows of steel bars, new cotton fields. 41 shots, 56 times. Infected cops drawing chalk lines.
Loading the punch, spoils the bunch—rots from the inside. Straight to the core, bloody gang war—sanctioned homicide. From cancerous to gangrenous—so fast to infect. Brotherhood code: smother, reload, a boot to the neck. Paralyzed down from the chest—that’s how they serve and protect! And so spreads the pestilence (silent and blue), with malice and malevolence. And so spreads the pestilence (violent and blue), with or without evidence.
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Track Marks
06:24
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Glassy eyes. Child cries. Blatant lies; how can you live with yourself? Broken faith took away. Rerun fate. How can you live with yourself? Sinful disease passed with greatest of ease. Now you’re trapped on your knees because no one believes. It’s the saddest refrain: a replay of the pain. You’re locked down by the chain of the family stain. Breaking the bars of the cage. Finally turning the pa(i)ge.
Search for gear. Child’s tear. Rearview mirror. How can you live with yourself? You lost him; you cost him. Exhaustion. How can you live with yourself? Sinful disease passed with greatest of ease. Now you’re trapped on your knees because no one believes. It’s the saddest refrain, a replay of the pain. You’re locked down by the chain of the family stain. Breaking the bars of the cage. Finally turning the pa(i)ge. Finally resetting the stage. Finally exhaling the rage.
Shameful inheritance passed down by the parents. Game rigged by precedence. Lesson in decadence. You don’t have to walk that path… get up off that track! Turn the page. Escape the cage. Set the stage. Exhale the rage. Turn the page. Escape the cage. Set the stage. Exhale the rage.
Breaking the bars of the cage. Finally turning the pa(i)ge. Finally resetting the stage. Finally exhaling the rage. You’re finally exhaling the rage!
Living your life on the track. Fighting your way from the back. Mounting a counter attack. Track! Mark! Who are you doing it for? It’s not just you anymore. She is deserving of more. Track! Mark! Remember: it won’t love you back!
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Two New Stars
06:31
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Frantically fielding the calls. Evil obscures while it crawls. Left with the questions while our hearts beat out of our chest. We're left guessing, awaiting details of arrest: of the man, of the monster, who took her away. Now tears fill his eyes while the skies fill with grey. But they shine through. They shine for you: Two New Stars in the sky.
Terror is screamed down the halls, absorbed and recorded in walls. Children mourn children and woefully unprepared. Crushed and confused and abused, but mostly we're scared of a world where these girls could be taken away. Now tears fill his eyes while the skies fill with grey. But they shine through. They shine for you: Two New Stars in the sky.
Innocent girl; sister goodbye. A brutal twisted world. Catastrophe, tragedy, set them free into the sky. Light the way; watchful eye. Night into day. Catastrophe, tragedy, set them free into the sky. Incandescent, so transcendent. They shine for you: Two New Stars in the sky.
If she were here today, I'm sure that she'd say that she's proud to be part of who you are—the smile & the scar. Look past the clouds. See them in the sky, watching from on high. Fight the fear. Balance joy with pain, the sunshine and the rain. Sky seems so clear, now the sky seems so clear…
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Knight To Rook Three
01:25
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The Great Divide
05:24
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Red State: “fucking with my head”- state; “do not on me tread”- state; “fill 'em full of lead”- state, like they did at Kent State. Red State, dead fate, shed hate. Blue State: “what is left to lose”- state; “I don't trust the news”- state; “what is even true”- state; “need a stronger crew”- state. Blue State’s new state: fugue state.
In the company of insects, while the magnifier inspects the degrees of the disease and how the sleaze infects. Where the fake becomes the factual, where the peace becomes the tactical. Radicalize, militarize, seek demise at the capitol. Misinformation! Insemination! Nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired.
They call the statute ‘open carry.’ They say the force was necessary. A veritable hive of blue lives deprive their adversary of his respirating breath. A grieving mother left bereft. Now the lies rationalize, while she cries over the death. Interrogation? Assassination! Nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired. Somebody fucks somebody now, and we're all very tired.
The cult of personality replaces rationality with feckless criminality and shameless hypocrisy. Stokes the fires that hide within—it's always just under the skin. Fear fuels the hatred burning inside, and the hate fuels the great divide. Nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired. Somebody fucks somebody now, and we're all very tired.
Red State: “fucking with my head”- state; “do not on me tread”- state; “fill 'em full of lead”- state, like they did at Kent State. Red State, dead fate, shed hate.
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7. |
Escape Plan
07:03
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Hemmed in by earthly walls. Sights on sky; cosmos calls. Loopholes found; coffers filled. Cosmos bound. Blood’s been spilled. Resource drain, no concern. Cash flow strain: never learn. Black lung mine had no chance—borrowed time. Worker ants look so small from the sky, slowly crawl. Fly so high; last frontier. Table scraps. Course is clear. System traps!
Like the feudal lords of old squeezing tight the stranglehold. As we’re running out of room, they can sense impending doom. But he’ll not go down with the rest when he can raid the treasure chest. The escape plan is in place. He’ll watch us burn from outer space. And all those people that were used, their blood and sweat turned into fuel. The sick and the tired and the never learning, the rich and the vile—the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place. Ignoring while soaring and never concerning yourself to come help while the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place.
No concern. When to leave? Cash to burn—dream achieved! Flight delayed—biding time. Price is paid—legal crime! Like the feudal serfs of old, we suffer in the stranglehold and serve our masters out of fear while the end is drawing near. And all the blood the workers spilled so that your coffers could be filled. The sick and the tired and the never learning, the rich and the vile—the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place. Ignoring while soaring and never concerning yourself to come help while the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place.
We’re plucking pennies from the ground; the money never trickled down…not ever. How could we not conceive that the story we were told was too good to believe? Yes, it’s a myth concocted to keep us in our place. (Sit down!) His plan: a rocket escaping into space. Worker Bee, Worker Bee come in, clock-in like a drone so they can squeeze the last drop of your blood out from the stone.
And all those people that were used, their blood and sweat turned into fuel. And all the blood those workers spilled, so that your coffers could be filled. The sick and the tired and the never learning, the rich and the vile—the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place. Ignoring while soaring and never concerning yourself to come help while the planet is burning. The plan for escape is now put in place. Worker Bees, sweat & toil. Wealth increase; taste the spoil. Ambition—seething vice. Submission at what price?
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Class Dismissed
03:46
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Ignored wish—signs were missed. The dream of inclusion could not be achieved. The boy’s only friend was a full magazine…class dismissed. They’ll pay attention to you now, and everyone will know your name. It really doesn’t matter how.
Weapons stowed; no one knows. Seeing them all with their smiles and friends. Determined to make sure they don’t laugh again…calm reload. Put your hands up…now scream! They’ll pay attention to you now, and everyone will know your name. It really doesn’t matter how.
Hit the halls with a God in your hand and you’ll make sure that they all understand. At the altar of your MP5 and they’re never gonna take you alive; no one survives! They’ll pay attention to you now, and everyone will know your name. It really doesn’t matter how.
Running, screaming. No one’s leaving. Two in the chest! AR-15 bullets streaming. A day that we’ll somehow forget!
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9. |
Game Of Pretend
05:02
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Electric interface: a septic inner-faith. Harvesting a new brand of grief digesting images of: teeth, just a little bit whiter; a future, just a little bit brighter; a waistline, just a little bit leaner; grass, just a little bit greener. The pixels grow distorted, the narrative contorted.
So you follow the example, surrender once again, taking up the mantle in the great game of: car, just little more shiny; that kid, just a little less whiny; wife, just little more pristine; life, sweeter in the screen. A brand new way to heaven if you bought the fast connection.
So you follow the example of your imaginary friend, taking up the mantle in the great game of pretend. Get online, stay in line, or you just might be left behind. Ignorance, opulence, destroying self-confidence. Bereft, new theft—the kind you gladly accept through lens. Fake friends helping you to pretend.
So you follow the example, surrender once again, taking up the mantle in the great game of pretend. Follow the example of your imaginary friend, taking up the mantle in the great game of pretend.
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Incarnadine
02:02
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11. |
Blood On Our Hands
07:24
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Imperial dreams, ethereal screams, echo in perpetuity. Infrared beams and commando teams—no plan for an exit strategy. Get the story straight (never deviate); wave the flag of “democracy.” Drown the death toll’s din, watch the profits roll in, pop the corks, and enjoy the party.
And it’s hard to pretend, my friend, that these hands will be clean again, and so we just say, “We were protecting our borders,” and for CEO’s pay, “We were just following orders.” But the blood seeped onto the sands. Now the blood seeped onto our hands.
A teenager’s dream swapped for an M-16 and lessons from the academy. A sandbox to play, smelling smoke from AK, setting sights to kill the enemy. With assets amassed will he come home at last, or is he there for eternity? Once he plays the role (sadly disposable), they’ll pluck a replacement from poverty.
And it’s hard to pretend, my friend, that these hands will be clean again, and so we just say, “We were protecting our borders,” and for CEO’s pay, “We were just following orders.” But the blood seeped onto the sands. Now the blood seeped onto our hands.
No lesson learned. No corner turned. No one concerned. No lesson learned, no corner turned, no one concerned—a nation burns away.
And it’s hard to pretend, my friend, that these hands will be clean again, and so we just say, “We were protecting our borders,” and for CEO’s pay, “We were just following orders.” But the blood seeped onto the sands. Now the blood seeped onto our hands.
Will these hands never be clean?
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He Was A God is a progressive metal band formed in 2019. Stay tuned for more releases and shows.
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