1. |
Dignified Rats
02:07
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The axe is at the root of the tree
But we’ve grown to love the thrill.
Ideology has cursed the narrative
And the vultures have carved their new name.
Ideology has cursed the narrative
And this song will never end.
Trusting human nature was our first mistake.
We’ve grown malnourished in rebellion.
In this manufactured parade,
Violence is now second nature
And we only have ourselves to blame.
Slaves to bad habits turned precedent.
Dead weight.
The axe is at the root of the tree.
Dead weight.
We wanted change, so we hired a liar.
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2. |
Gypsy Danger
02:43
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Turbulence and white noise.
I put all of my weight on a falling fence and pretended to not know what to expect.
All of my pre-existing convictions led me to become this:
Crocodile with a muzzle.
Towers of teeth grown rusted.
When all else has faded, only the pain of losing you feels real.
Habitual end.
Left to guess the age of shadows at the edge of perception.
Hunter envelopes hunter.
Cover your regrets, that skin is showing through.
Bridge burnt out.
Crows blacked out.
Watching a blind man struggle from the comfort of distant clouds.
I'm stuck in my ways again.
Predator encompasses predator.
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3. |
Guillotine del Toro
03:36
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From a little spark may burst a flame.
Strip it all away.
Lay me before the foundation of the world, exposed to see.
Content to drown in casteless ire, but these scars are not for show.
I brought this fight to our doorstep and let my war occupy our home.
You didn’t say I would drown like this.
You never said I’d have to swim before I tied this anchor around my wrist.
I was a walking island
Most profound at the lowest point.
Reactions of an ocean liner paired with a condemned flight path.
I am ruin.
Breathless. Speechless.
Our hands entwined bring life once again.
“Why are you doing this alone?”
I’ve heard these words before,
But redemption feels so much different from the grave.
A bride deserves so much more.
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4. |
Snakes for Legs
02:12
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Go ahead, ignore the look in my eyes
Telling you it’s time to leave.
This cage has become our home,
All that we have ever known.
Thirteen years, without a glimpse of light.
“Don’t remove the blindfolds, lest we die.”
The parasites stay true to their claim.
Raise the cup, and say your prayers; makeshift safety.
Raise the cup, and say your prayers; prepare for silence.
The voice I heard so long ago, where has it gone?
Why, why, have you forsaken me?
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5. |
Timberline
02:05
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I shot an arrow through the sun
Until piece by piece, the whole thing came down.
I watched it fall
Crushing waterfalls poured from the side of a fading heartbeat.
I lost myself witnessing that giant’s demise
Perceptions breed misconceptions.
Echoes of a bridge long forgotten.
Paint the sun as it once was;
Dare to ask:
Paint it as it once was.
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6. |
28:06:42:12
01:29
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7. |
Autumn Diver
02:22
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If we sound the alarm,
Then was this all for naught?
Is there still time to turn things around?
Blistering stares from afar.
There are no more chances for surrender.
Don’t tell me the odds of making it back alive.
We knew what we signed up for.
Passing knives under the table in halfway investments
Overcome by masked men with clear agendas
The river always leads to the lake.
Trust is a powerful thing
And, in the end, I have nothing to show for it.
Drape me with pride, ship me to sea.
When it’s all said and done, this door remains closed.
Pass those knives, see how long your fingers last.
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8. |
Northern Viper
02:33
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Take one for the team, claim the bit for your own mouth.
Fake it to the end,
Memories forgotten for the promise of salvation.
Imitation crown
Take their words as your own.
I see the fear in your eyes.
The shake in your hands.
Not even a viper smile
Can hide your sharpened fangs.
All things will be made known,
No stone left unturned.
The past will have its say.
I know you for who you really are.
You’ll have to shed your skin someday.
And in the end, you can’t even save yourself.
Serpent in sheep’s clothing
Even those you’re fooling
Will one day have their revenge.
All things will be made known.
You liar,
You snake.
Quote that holy book all you want, sing to me all those beautiful hymns.
The only thing that’s going to fall isn’t a dove, but the kingdom you built.
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9. |
Hornets for Hands
02:49
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The rot has overtaken my life
Loss of cognition, dulled senses
The rot has overtaken my soul
Depravity has laid its claim, and I’m losing control
Breathe in this emptiness
Decay the optimist
These bones will break for nothing less
Restore one last fix
Shame has made me a broken man
Afraid to speak, afraid to be
Paralysis of my own doing
Laid under the knife
Will these incisions cure me of my grief,
or am I damned to this incessant torment?
Hands of wrath
Destruction to everything I touch
Hands of wrath
Destruction to everything I love
Dragging you into hell with me
You never asked for this
Dragging you into hell with me
You never asked for this
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10. |
Bitter Tempest
01:55
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Revolt!
I thought the noose couldn’t get any tighter than this
How many times must we go back to the abyss?
Insecure vaccine
I wanted to be a symphony instead of a withered saint.
This is the deadly game
Of a sword caught in my throat.
Born an eagle watching the moon
Now a worm hunting alone
All I can see are my bitter thoughts dressed in broken glass.
Do not let us make believe
Life is a linear march to the grave
Bite down until you feel bone
Turn to hope in a world that wants
No victory, only accomplices
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11. |
Five Eyes
02:52
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I keep slipping into the dark.
You’ve told me once, you’ve told me a million times.
Hands are for healing, not for submission.
You know this is wrong.
I will not be blamed for giving up.
Oxygen is poison.
There’s no difference when I open my eyes.
I keep slipping into the dark
And no one is there to save me.
Muffled cries absorbed into a busy street
Wandering eyes do nothing for this pain.
What good is sympathy with a barrel pointed at my head?
What good is sympathy if I’m dead?
There has to be a breaking point.
There has to be an end to this.
Don’t you forget, they say, we’ll be there when you’re in need.
Don’t you forget, they say, everything will be fine if you listen and comply.
“Please just leave me alone. I told you the last time, please leave me alone.
Please, please, don’t touch me. Do not touch me. I can’t breathe.
Please, please, don’t touch me. Do not touch me. I can’t breathe.”
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Kansas City Chaos
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Joshua Ricley - Vocals
Tim Jones - Guitar
Blake Bendure -
Bass/Vocals
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