- Conjuring the Cull
Up from the depths
And Through the wind
I call for the power
Necromancers verged and conjuring
Lambs for the slaughter
A proposition scribed in crimson
On a parchment made of flesh
- Dystopian nightmares
Born under black skies, with no expectations,
We crawl through our paralyzing pantomime of life,
Awaiting resurrection, the great unwashed seethe,
In quiet desperation we accept our condition fatally,
Is this the present?
Can we call this life?
And for the future... utopian, dystopian, or death?
Thirty million voices, slogging through the undergrowth,
- Exception To The Ruled
Blood encrusted eyes, staring out in space
The revolution mind, the overbearing thought that I
am dying in this place, alone within the crowd
This never ending race, a war comprised of all against all
A burning awareness I've been deceived
A life lived out crawling here on my knees?
- Meet reality
Outside your gated homes,
The world begins where your street ends
Yet in time, your demons will come crawling back
Praise God for what you have in life
For your wealth is as hollow as the heart you hold inside
A nightmare in three dimensions, this opulence embraced by man
Reapers of the peasant's harvest, gorging on the fat of the land
- Retaliate
Crawling from the cities the filth chokes me to the taste, feeding the
desire to destoy this culture that I hate, the daily inquisition, the fear
that fuels our lives, sets each man against the other with the wool upon our
eyes.
Chains of comman
the weight of wait
under their wheels into concrete
- Scene And Not Heard
Crawling out en masse, they gather
Turkey flop platoons, will scatter
Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting
Always 'scene' and never heard, these core eyesores
What have we learned, in seventeen years
of glam-rock in the grave?
-That history repeats itself...again
- The Carrion Call
Bring out your dead...
Call of the carrion crow, civilized man had no friend
Whale of the silent sea, the ocean is yours, they've left it empty
Hawk and the emerald dove, soar and sail on wings above
Across halcyon streams, to a place where madmen once would dream
Cast your senses, to another world
- Universal Untruths
This is a code red
This is the crown of ire
As we decline
Into the void of inveracity
Where no one is to blame
And nothing's ever real
And death is what unites usin fear
- Unmarked Graves
Lost in the annals of time long past over,
Deep in soil, shallow and unkempt,
Brothers and sisters, in ground hallowed sacred,
Their blood, this earth, we will consecrate,
Their eyes once boiling with life,
Their hearts bursting with passion,
With dreams they carried forever,
Through days that promised the world,