1. It's Time

Divide. When the time comes. We face a problem. To promise is all.
Celebrate the breath of error. Celebrate the timing of. Take hold of it.
Take hold on. Swell. Swell, suffer. Well. Never leaving hope...


2. Becoming Misfortune

As we bow and plow right through their needs... and in the finding the reason it failed is 'cause i wasn't there, and the lowering consciousness taking in my guilt because i wasn't there.
It's final. The swarming life of infamy. Never gave up. When there gone, they'll be done.
And in finding the reason it failed is 'cause i wasn't there, and lowering consciousness taking in guild all because I wasn't there.
It's final. Final. You will never see another quite as final as purity bows.
Taunt. This is a question of strength. Could you protect what is left, of love?
Buried all, and tried to build it from the ground. Then we failed.
Then we failed. Where were you? When than we failed. Then we failed again.
This blood is yet our own. This is a question of strength. Could you protect what is left of love?


3. To All Things Expendable

And in the beating filth that festers. A crowning life. The blocks us in our path.
One step too many, in the wrong direction. This night will mark.
The. Coming of. Train yourselves in example of everything, start something worth while, futile.
Leave enemies swallowing. Futile, worth while.
May our constant lust be a cover up, for the lack there of.
Of equality. And it wont stay. Not it wont stay. Not it wont.
Song of recovery, knowing. Wasting the time on the fall out.
Let's stop the chains of a soul who needs company too.
No longer with the risks be something we will evolve. Let the tyrant bare in our mouths.
Slurring again, to me, let this wallow. Swallow down, sorrow recovering love.
Swallowing up right where we left it off. Sorrow picks up where we left.
Arm the night, arm the night, arm the night, and in these final days.
Arm the night. So we can stop.


4. Salvage The Structure

Salvage what's left, start from the ground up. Make room again. To start from the ground up.
I can't build a dream over and over. It's horribly bold.
Salvaging structures in hope returning. In turn we must change everything. Eyes of fire.
Sending word over the surface. Eyes of liars. Tearing their wings at the surface. I can see what went
on when they fold. It's a spawned liberation, swarming like low effort blows.
So it's too late too cold. Stop the storm. And suffer yields. Season went down.
It's a dead end life list. We will prevail, and start from the ground up. We will prevail, and start from the ground up.
Find someway. We built the way out. Spawning time, the dawn of life.
Love reset too. So we draw this out. I doubt i see. A city crumbling.
Tear apart and within time, rebuild life, gather life. So we can.


5. Suburbs Breed Showmen

Before the blackened walls, this picket white protection serves as a constant curtain to the things a child sees.
And blaming innocence, for what you've gone through, and in this day, you built a wall.
It's 12 o'clock and she hasn't returned. What have you done with my daughter?
She's not been herself in some days, for her lack of of appearance I'd live to regret.
She's dead. Push forward with plans of this escape. Walls, walls, walls, weak and weathered.
Weak and weathered. I remember when the lights went out; I remember when the lights when out.
You had 3 days, look what you've done. Now all the loveless will encircle. Pray that she is alright, in this time it seems for them.
All will. Now I know, now I know not to go. Now, I know. Now she tries to sleep.
She tries to pet her hands on something left, how could they believe you?
And as the walls come into her, she will.
And as the walls become to her, as the walls cave in, and the walls became to her no more.
Don't speak of a sunset she will never see the fucking light again.
And if the sunsets she will never see the light of day again.
Don't speak of sunsets she will never see the light again sleep tight and know your neighbors well.


6. Comfortable With Corpses

In feeling comfortable with corpses and admiring, their conventional lifestyle, because it isn't mine.
And now they'll feel, and now you'll feel.
I hope to never feel your cold and lifeless grip upon me.
For this I've prayed. I'm left unanswered.
With light leaking out towards, wraps around the night and finally, I will witness your dismantling.
I will. And so we plea with horror.
This will be. So we leave in horror. This will be.
As I, as I remember please do let this blood poor slowly down.
And in the format of slaughter. Dressed in their finest and ready for war, he who believes they should suffer.
What have you done to become something I'm not? And I'll never be.
This horror is for real, and in the final phased infection, slowly will bring you to your knees.
Horror. And you'll feed off this.
Through all I'm alone. I'm alone. Now die alone. Through all.
I'm alone. I'm alone.


7. Renovation

Now, while embodying the enemy.
Damnation. Why scream of retribution, when no prayer of the unopened hands helping out,
infected by words of creation they learn, swarming the light the forsaken, implausible burn.
Now, with confidence, we burn the chains to love, that warm embrace, so I let go, and with confidence drag the rope.
And for this, than like a wish they worked careful and close as they burnt you out.
Return me bastard child, will burn by my side.
Write the spiral out. Accepting the hope in a failure burrowing deep inside time as we soullessly beat in a lie the path we'll walk tonight.
In a prayer I walk in silence so destroy; now inside themselves they fold.
With confidence. This is our time. I will not die.
Revoke. Revolving.
I am, to be renewed.


8. Finding Level Ground

Now the water is rising, up to meet us above the ground, and the setting of tides still life.
Life was a fury you falsely denied it's talking back, and now the water is raising, and now the water is rising.
My time, to see sleep coming.
Try out, the sleep that we rely on.
They let their sons just fucking drown, let them fucking drown.
Now I will stay afloat, and I will abandon the ones I've claimed to love.
Sleep. And I will abandon the ones I love.
Ease time by.
It's deep besides, the sea is storming through with ease, and the service of this day will read.
As we float lifeless.
Drift through this place, everyone looks the same but we float.
As we float. As we float. Lifeless sleep.
This water crashes towards the ground where we all and this water is blamed, a shame, the errors of love.
Black water decays away what we once called our own, leaving the wreck something retched and old.
Loved what we owned.
Leave it to god to leave us or throw us aside.
Miserable. As we float, as we still float, we'll still float...
No love lost, seize upon the dead now I will lay in rubble.
Pain. No pain.


9. Subtleties

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10. Dirt Helmet

Few will escape the sleep that swells there lungs. Consider youself fortunate for the rest.
Dirt helmet silence is held high in regards of the troubled.
Sleep easy under this illusion that your dreaming and waking is merely a thing of fact.
While your sleeping I'm plotting a way to end this night.
I'll shout down the moon and keep the sun at bay.
Four chimes and an empty bed remind me I'm still here.
Don't sleep. Here silence is revered and held holy, quiet enough to hear my blood hit the ground like razors through my veins.
Sleep in. This rest we dream forever.
Remember the day we never lived.
Dispatched sunshine to a darkened fate, a darkened fate, a darkened fate.
Some of us were meant to hurt.
Without the light of day to remind us all of the breath we struggle so hard to find.
As every shallow breath escapes few and far between, I find myself just praying for the courage to drag the jagged glass across our wrists and necks.
Some of us were meant to hurt.
Discover a new way of dying, everyday constantly dying.
Five chimes and a blood soaked bed reminds me it's time to go.
Disgust is a bitter taste that coats this tongue as I rip it from my mouth,
there will be no screaming tonight just a silent goodbye and a note on the mirror.
Sleep. This is for the hopeless, the lonesome.
Somewhere, there's a bed for us all.
This is my escape, it's not the right choice but it's mine.
It's mine.
I just can't stand the thought of another sunrise with no eyes, don't sleep.
Don't sleep.


11. Proper Sendoff

Now.
In giving hell for this, I have learned to depend.
Consciously browse, let the diversity ground.
Socially ground, leaving a cautiously effortless hole.
Something to stop it.
But something to go with.
It torments me slow; you've watched the apathy grow.
This ends now.
We've been here since the best came.
We died to grow.
Gave myself in error to the little spark but weather and I've been blessed.
As a toll.
Smile now, somehow I will see you out, remedy.
Remedy.
The turn of our balance, it's so delicately. Flawlessly.
I'll take all you flawlessly and finally we stand flawlessly, flawlessly we.
Tear us apart; tear us right where we came into.
So we're bound to reflect what I've sent final.
Bow down bowing down, bow down.
So pick a cell.
Never be a evicted.
Seek all.