Rip away at the boards and uncover the freedom beneath
Blood Matrix
No one cheats life by playing their cards right
And no one cheats death because death has no remorse
Driven by anger and fragments of past lives
Believing in nothing when one thing is born
Tape our walls shut and blind us of the truth
When the truth is in fact all a lie in its own
Bleeding for an answer and created by a plague that surrounds us
Demolished, devoured as a whole
It will eat you alive, God!
Leave it to us, we who complicate and take in all the hatred, pain
That is derived from our eyes
Leave it to us
No more looks
No more answers to your questions
No more holding on to lies
I'm wondering what you will say
If I told you all that no one will be safe
And how will you tend to the pain
Because your disease tastes so bitter
Bleeding's not optional, point at your cross
As you stare into darkness society falls
Where we wait for our answers and play for the truth
As nightmares dwell in and kill off the youth
If seeing is believing, believe that you’re dead
You’re crowned as a corpse with no use for a head
Hate turns to blood, blood into tears
There's no need to hide for our shadows smell fear
It will eat you alive, God!
As It Is Written
Let's watch them fall,
Thousands to the ground,
They came from the sky,
Why do they dive?
Our arrows of sin,
Piercing into their eyes,
Bringing them closer to their demise,
There's nothing that you need to see,
Only the disease you breed,
There's no place for us to hide,
Those spirits now crash from the sky,
What are decisions carved in stone?
Words that we hide behind in fear,
Align the stars 'til they grow old,
A moon less night now disappears,
There's nothing left to say,
This war will surely pave the way,
Another place to rest,
A chapter that's never been read,
What if this was fate,
To hell with all of it,
What if this was life,
To hell with all of us,
Too much to take in,
We are to blame,
Too much to ignite,
We are to blame.
Dead Man's Solemn
Instrumental
Mr. Spitzer
Wake up; it's the start of a new day
Pull out your Monday’s best
Make sure that your tie's on straight
What is it you stand for?
Nothing here seems to make sense
You've been called in on your day off
You step downstairs
Don't even look at your breakfast plate
Kiss your wife and child goodbye
It's the same old story
Again, you step foot outside of those doors
Keys in, the ignition as you pull out
65 on 25, you're almost at the gate,
Bottoms Up calls at your pockets,
You can hardly wait,
What is it you stand for?
Nothing here seems to make sense,
You've been called in on your day off,
Decide where to hide, in the back of the club,
Spend all your hard earned cash on the whores and the sluts,
You're sick,
You’re cursed,
You will lose it all,
You've committed yourself to a lifetime of mistrust,
Left your life at home with the ones you should love,
The more you abuse the game,
The more you'll shortly lose,
Now time to decide which side of it all
Do you choose?
The night's still young,
he's holding his piece on the side,
His reservation has been set,
a brothel in which they can hide,
Tonight's the night,
he gives her all that she urges for,
A 20 turns to 40 and still he strives to give her more,
What is it you stand for,
Nothing here seems to make sense,
You've been called in on your day off,
Decide where to hide, in the back of the club,
Spend all your hard earned cash on the whores and the sluts,
You're sick,
You’re cursed,
You will loose it all,
You've committed yourself to a lifetime of mistrust,
Left your life at home with the ones you should love,
The more you abuse the game, the more you'll shortly lose,
Now time to decide which side of it all
Do you choose?
What a wonderful way to start off a Monday morning,
Out all day,
The spotlight is on and now you're the media's darling,
What's the problem?
You made history,
Now make your bed and sleep in it,
Decide where to hide, in the back of the club,
Spend all your hard earned cash on the whores and the sluts,
You're sick,
You’re cursed,
You will loose it all,
Return to a vacant house on a Tuesday night...
Amongst The Masses
Hundreds of eyes peering at those who will stand and fight
A means to despise
To cradle a fist at the brim of your jaw
Head on towards a fist
Struck down with one blow
They have you surrounded
Between heaven and hell
Lies a core underrated
Your blood stains on his crown
Your blood drips down his mouth
Suffer a fate worse than life
Never a fate worse than life
Go serve your god well
Be sure not to fail or be destined to fall
Your blood runs down his hands
Your blood drips down his pants
Suffer a fate worse than life
Never a fate worse than life
Shot through the sky
Tearing apart at the clouds in our way
A religious fight
A chance to discover who you really are
Be sure not to fail this time
Your blood won't buy you out
Your blood will strip you down
Suffer a fate worse than life
Never a fate worse than life
A Solid Shade of Grey
Somewhere behind the black and white,
There lies a grey,
Just an unfortunate being,
Now watch that grey just shed away,
His innocence,
His past,
He can no longer regret this one change,
Somewhere here there's blasphemy,
A chain of events I do not recall,
Now as they call beyond these walls,
I separate and recreate,
A brand new life, it waits for me,
It welcomes my screams,
All that we hide,
the black and white,
Soon turns to grey,
To die for something worth fighting,
It haunts us all,
Those who don't believe…
The Curse of Saint Avarice
There are gods
There are saints
There are those who save
Many lives put at risk
But there's one saint who can't miss
All the pain and the fear
Oh how he wishes it still were here
Damn a life such as his
The life of Saint Avarice
Out of 12 apostles
There’s still one more
The 13th soul
Out of control
His story never told
Took what he could
Like they knew he would
With no mercy left at all
He made his way to this very day as the bastard son of God
Many lives put at risk
But there's one saint who can't miss
All the pain and the fear
Oh how he wishes it still were here
Damn a life such as his
The life of Saint Avarice
With no patience left and no secrets kept
He builds an empire of hate
Recruiting all he can
From animal to man
An army willing to relate
He takes the simple minds
The ones God left behind
And uses them as his sheep
And after they all fall and there's none left at all
So many souls for him to reap
All the pain and the fear
Oh how he wishes it still were here
Damn a life such as his
The life of Saint Avarice
Blood of his blood, flesh of his flesh
Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh
Go, repent now and thou might just be saved
There are gods, there are saints
There are those who save
Many lives put at risk
But there's one saint who can't miss
All the pain and the fear
Oh how he wishes it still were here
Damn a life such as his, the life of…
