1. CONTENT AND AMEND

Rightful heirs to rights unknown
Oblivious to the merit
The parchment unwoven
No fortification, no security
Premonitions from the predecessors predicting that our freedom would eventually be obsolete

What kind of man neglects his license to breath easy?
Ignorant fools place trust in the men disgracing sovereignty
When revolution is before us privileged will finally mean it's means
"U!"
You force feed fear to the naive
"S!"
Essential to the butcher, you fatten up the swine
"A"
A march from the stock yard
Defenseless, we'd walk the line

Crafted by creators of the land of the free
The artisans who fought for what was right
This is my right
There are many like it but this one is mine
To govern those who govern us
And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights

Unconstitutional, you've left me with a reason.
Vindication in the form of powder, plot, and treason.
When revolution is before us, we'll take it by it's throat.

Crafted by creators of the land of the free
The artisans who fought for what was right
This is my right
There are many like it but this one is mine
To govern those who govern us
And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights

Powder, plot, and treason left me with a reason.

Crafted by creators of the land of the free
The artisans who fought for what was right
This is my right
There are many like it but this one is mine
To govern those who govern us
And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights


2. THE DEMONS OF AXEL CASIAN

Apathy, a living oblivion engulfing the world in which we all call our home.
Hatred is bliss compared to the nothing that feels just like slaughter.
Passing by the man whom drowns in the water.
It's just the way we are.
We're taught to hault the helping hand.

From my knees I plead to anyone who'll listen.
Falling on deaf ears, the message lost, imprisoned.

The world can burn around us and we won't turn our heads.
Serenity in front of our faces, with feet made of lead.
Your arms are occupied by victims of your selfish desire.
The tower scrapes the sky.
Humanity is on fire.

Let them bleed.
They watch from the horizon.
Red tides crash into the dead.
Let them starve.
They feast at royal tables, gasping as they choke on our lead.

Watch from afar.
Lonely corpses are charred, and you close those fucking eyes.

From my knees I plead to anyone who'll listen.
Falling on deaf ears, the message lost, imprisoned.

The world can burn around us and we won't turn our heads.
Serenity in front of our faces, with feet made of lead.
Your arms are occupied by victims of your selfish desire.
The tower scrapes the sky.
Humanity is on fire.


3. RETAINER SACRIFICE

Rows of drones work in symmetrical methods.
Whips crack against their backs as the drudge towards the awn.
Fever arrives from above as they're ascending towards the eye of Ra.
Appease the gods.

The river lifts the burden from the shoulders of the slave.
The gods devour art.
Artwork obscured by the mistrust of modern man.

The ode to the resilience of mankind is born.
Their faces in line with each direction.
Scattered all across the world.
Monuments of hope.
As men, we have created but as legends, we have defined the possible.

The rows on the earth have ascended the brick.
Rope glides over tree and stone.
The effort to please is nearing an end.
Still the eye provides what can not be seen.

The ode to the resilience of mankind is born.
Their faces in line with each direction.
Scattered all across the world.
Monuments of hope.
As men, we have created but as legends, we have defined the possible.
As men, we have created but as legends, we have defined the possible.

Pull! Pull!
As braid burns flesh we must.
Pull! Pull!
To lay our king to rest.
Pull! Pull!
As braid burns flesh we must.
Pull! Pull!
Find faith in force.

The ode to the resilience of mankind is born.
Their faces in line with each direction.
Scattered all across the world.
Monuments of hope.
As men, we have created but as legends, we have defined the possible.


4. TO REBUILD

Put on your cap and your boots
We're gonna build this city
These times are rough
But we're drawing it up
The skies are filling with our brilliance
Tearing away from all the clutches of poverty

Uneducated adolescent nation
Without reserve we start the purge
Economic collapse has just inspired the masses
To be creative not be destroyed

To follow through is to abolish the hunger and equal the upper
Not a single hand
Left unblistered in the end

Three cheers for the state of the state
We're higher than all
Not a muscle left untorn
Not a dollar left unborn

Inspiring static minds
Mechanizing powers yet defined
With a touch of innovation
We establish domination
Over all who wish to vie

Brilliant minds
Introduce the facile times
Not a worry in the world
The key to life
Washes up in the tides
Of electron exercise

To follow through is to abolish the hunger and equal the upper
Not a single hand
Left unblistered in the end

Three cheers for the state of the state
We're higher than all
Not a muscle left untorn
Not a dollar left unborn

This flag flies above the reinvented
Shadows cast as we tip our hats

What a beautiful way to live destroy
The old design and implement the new idea

To follow through is to abolish the hunger and equal the upper
Not a single hand
Left unblistered in the end

Three cheers for the state of the state
We're higher than all
Not a muscle left untorn
Not a dollar left unborn


5. SINCE 1848

This deficit of currency is weighing heavy.
Parasitic suit coats shoving threats strait down my neck.
I'm onward west.

Searching for the pay dirt, tearing at the earth to compensate my addiction.
Pennants for dependence on the monetary kings.

So count me in, I'm too far gone.
I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt.
As I tear apart this wretched earth.
Sever the treasure from this soil.
I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep.
Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud.

Salvation lies beneath the surface.
Reparation for the serpents.
Restitution for the vicious ones.

Trading in the heaviest shoulders for the smallest of boulders.
Turning tables on the man who tells you that "gold won't save you. Nothing can."

So count me in, I'm too far gone.
I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt.
As I tear apart this wretched earth.
Sever the treasure from this soil.
I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep.
Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud.
I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first.
Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud.

They regret it now, the threats they made.
Life in exchange for what is due.

They say never contend with men who have nothing to lose.

So count me in.
I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt.
As I tear apart this wretched earth.
Sever the treasure from this soil.
I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep.
Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud.
I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first.
Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud.


6. HANGIN'ON

Word is not bond. Not a handshake proven true.
Lured to the table with the promise of prosper, I bought in.
They say that you hold what it takes. That say that you have it.
Flashing the world in your face. They want you to reach out and grab it all.
A pen in our hands, Our backs against the wall.

We are the product.
We are the work horse.
Simply the copies of copies filed with no remorse.

They'll rip the promise from the pages.
Don't sign your life away.
Take me back to the day when I could easily say that persistance and devotion would pave my way.
Oppressor, enforcer, how could you?
Your machine is fueled by all our youth.
So go ahead and sell 'em somethin' to gaze upon.
I'm not done, So fuck you I'm hangin' on.

Blatant perjury, despite what they told me.
Shame on me for being young and naive.
Shame on you for taking advantage of me.
Well how can the Fight be considered a Good one if both the opponents just lose in the long run.
Lose it all.
A pen in your hand.Your back against the wall.

We are the product.
We are the work horse.
Simply the copies of copies filed with no remorse.

They'll rip the promise from the pages.
Don't sign your life away.
Take me back to the day when I could easily say that persistance and devotion would pave my way.
Oppressor, enforcer, how could you?
Your machine is fueled by all our youth.
So go ahead and sell 'em somethin' to gaze upon.
I'm not done, So fuck you I'm hangin' on.

Sign right here for success.
Don't forget to cross your T's and dot your I's.
Relinquish your rights.

How does one see with eyes so green?
This illusion of partnership dictates a dismal reality.

They'll rip the promise from the pages.
Don't sign your life away.
Take me back to the day when I could easily say that persistance and devotion would pave my way.
Oppressor, enforcer, how could you?
Your machine is fueled by all our youth.
So go ahead and sell 'em something to gaze upon.
It's all you're depending on.


7. FIRE-EATER

(Instrumental)


8. ONE FALSE STEP

History's been told through aperture
The eye observes lie
The future in shades of black and white
Cast the shadows, dim the truth
No wasted film, no rehearsal

You'll never see the color of the truth
Intangible haze
Denial sinking teeth deep into the naive
Huston we've found the best solution
To the problem at hand
Lights, camera, action

Give me quiet on the set
And turn your focus to forgery
Fake the voyage young cadet
Remember your lines
It's "One small step for mankind"
Make them believe
Make them believe that we've won the race
We are the power, we set the pace
Don't close the hatch
Don't close the hatch

Caution to the crosshairs
The last thing we need is a skeptic
A cynic, a smoking gun
The race is underway but we've already won

Cast the shadows, dim the truth
No wasted film, no rehearsal
Shot down, gutted, and stuffed
A thirty billion dollar eagle's
Landed amongst white sand
America snorts up the dust
That the capsules kicking up
It buries the rotten bird

Give me quiet on the set
And turn your focus to forgery
Fake the voyage young cadet
Remember your lines
It's "One small step for mankind"
Make them believe
Make them believe that we've won the race
We are the power, we set the pace
Don't close the hatch

We'll shoot
We'll shoot the moon

Transcend the futile task
Diluted reality

Give me quiet on the set
And turn your focus to forgery
Fake the voyage young cadet
Remember your lines
It's "One small step for mankind"
Make them believe
Make them believe that we've won the race
We are the power, we set the pace
Don't close the hatch
Don't close the hatch


9. NINETY NINE

Held down by the weight of absent coin
Confined by the absence of wealth
The muted feud each other to stay afloat
Conflicted with convictions to make the most
We're left to wonder if opportunity will outlast empathy
We're left to wonder if our economy will outlast prophecy

I've got a message for you
And its justified by the nine to five
We've got the message for you
And its justified by the ninety-nine
So tip the scale back our way
So we may know what it is to be heard
We've got the message for you
You can not deny the ninety-nine

Unlike the higher we'd lift the veil from the acquired
Forge the cowards from their desks
Now heed this warning before the stricken revolt

I've got a message for you
And its justified by the nine to five
We've got the message for you
And its justified by the ninety-nine
So tip the scale back our way
So we may know what it is to be heard
We've got the message for you
You can not deny the ninety-nine

When man's worth is reflective of his work the state will be revived
While the gluttons burn alive

Those who pay it forward are the ones who truly keep the world afloat

I've got a message for you
And its justified by the nine to five
We've got the message for you
And its justified by the ninety-nine
So tip the scale back our way
So we may know what it is to be heard
We've got the message for you
You can not deny the ninety-nine


10. PERSISTENCE IN EXISTENCE

Astray from perspective
We can not grasp our own insignificance
Ignorant to aspect, we're existing only in our own image

And we're blind to the future
The third stone from fire, standing still
In light of all this mystery, at least we exist
So here lies our lunacy

Relative law, existing as we persist towards the remedy
Our presence and obscenity
Let me enlighten you all
Tuition reaches further than the truth
Beyond the absolute

And we're blind to the future
The third stone from fire, standing still
In light of all this mystery, at least we exist
So here lies our lunacy

Product of the middle English, we lead ourselves to believe that we've had hand in creation
Although meaningless, we give ourselves purpose to survive

We give ourselves a purpose to survive.

In light of all this mystery, at least we exist
So here lies our lunacy