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Above the Catacombs
01:01
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Here Lies the Abyss
01:25
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All the blisters have been revealed
Licking wounds that never healed
An hourglass turns too many times
Counting years with darkening lines
How many chances lost?
How many grains have dropped?
How many times must I stand at the edge of the abyss?
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Bed of Nails
02:09
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Bed of nails at my back
A dozen cavities bleeding black
It fills the space between
It taints the air we breathe
Contagion comes from within
A crown of thorns on my head
Sign the cross and I'll be dead
Curse my name because it's not his
I'll press the spear between my ribs
Contagion piercing the skin
In nomini patri et spiritus sancti peccavisti et peccavi
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4. |
Early Grave
01:08
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Broken teeth
Broken hands
Broken knees
Can barely stand
I worked for this early grave
Chunks of meat
Removed from me
Stolen sleep
No way to breathe
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Cursed Ethic
02:27
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Morality collection
Amputated in a jar
This wound is infected
It's no guiding star
Lap cream from palms of power
It won't quench your thirst
Wring sweat from a dollar
These ethics are cursed
It's a bad omen
When people are well
And it's not a business
Without treatment to sell
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6. |
the Last Iron Lung
02:10
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Sleeping in the eye of the storm
The cry of a future being born
Relics of inanity
Cast out and scattered like leaves
Eating words like broken glass
Drawing breath and drowning in the past
Sedated by a world collapse
The dying light of a burnt out synapse
Words falling limp from the tongue
Like tears on the last iron lung
A corpse ignored face down in the street
No one reacts and the cycle completes
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Over Pale Bodies
02:30
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The air so still inside
There is no light
The years made way for waste
Of stolen life
The dust collects
It chokes, it chokes
Through broken gates
They marched in place
Knowing her war was her own
The air so still inside
There is no light
The years made way for waste
Of stolen life
The cord, it wraps
And chokes, and chokes
A confessionary teething
Imposed upon the world
Over pale bodies of dead girls
A dictatory future
With righteousness unfurled
Over pale bodies of dead girls
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8. |
Cold Earth
02:55
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Putrefaction of a departed soul
Calla lilies to have and to hold
These mottled hands may turn to sand
And the chant goes on and on and on
Hear the call of oily shadows
Anoint the hand that built the gallows
A flower grows on a mass grave
What wrath had wrought to be forgave
The roots run deep to restless sleep
And the decay goes on and on and on
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9. |
the Effigist
00:54
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Volunteered myself
To ruin my mind for my health
An empty shell to hang
Celebrate in flames
Treat me like effigy
Try and try to burn me
I finally found my worth
In a pool of mud afterbirth
Add this one to your list
I am the effigist
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Phobias
01:54
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Afraid of the man whose face is blank
Afraid of the ghosts and those in their chains
Strangled in phobias
What will it be?
It takes its toll
When will it come?
There's no control
Afraid of the blood and how it'll spill
Afraid to fuck, afraid to kill
Afraid of the fear and the shape it takes
Afraid to sleep
Afraid to wake
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Discorporation
01:25
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Each clouded step so hard to take
A shrouded haze that I can't break
Discorporation
Like ruins when buildings fall
I am nothing, and I am all
Trying to see through eyes behind me
Trying to live a life that I don't want to keep
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12. |
Cadaver Synod
03:24
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See your paths engulfed in flame
Know the brain that's stained with shame
Cloak of daggers draped on shoulders bare
A crown of thorns too eager to wear
Bow to the martyr in the mirror
Pray to the god who was never here
Strike the hand that absolves the sin
Play the god
Play the god
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13. |
Beneath the Catacombs
01:57
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A full moon
A void in memory
A chapter missing
A book to never read
I heard a voice from the bottom of the earth
I've seen the place where these things have given birth
Times we've waited for the belated
Walls of bone asleep
Beneath the stone
Of stories shown
And for us they weep
These walls they scream together as one
The halls are sealed and there's nowhere left to run
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Guitar - Cannonball
Bass - Eric
Drums - Dan
Vocals - Colin
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