Cast From Eden : The Deafened Art of Bleeding Secrets Automated on Deadlines
Lyrics
1. INTRO
(Instrumental)
2. ALT
Clouds glaring back in tumid silence as the doomsday horns crucify our earth modern day. pied piper missionary mosquitoes, spread their communicable disease leading a nation of zombie slaves, millennia old cultures raped into homogeny damned into the implied necessity of salvation's serenity marching toward the cultivated oblivion of the Christian pipe dream inventing our own emergency brake messiahs to save ourselves from the bigoted hells we are creating
Paving the way for our lecherous evangelist middleman healers to market their acquisitive acts of god
A populace indoctrination of tainted purity for lucrative tithing, for pre-paid pardons from molestation legalities
Mother mary, filled with contradiction
Birther of lies, procreator of amoebic cultural demise, begat the false messiah of the spiritual whores
Cellist in the symphony of apocalyptic plagues disguised as salvation. our destined manifestation sung by every cross poised to be burned to the ground
A timeless superstition folds as the smoke rolls toward another wasted prayer to the omnisciently deafened heavens
Smash their wings, watch them die asphyxiated with stench of the verity silenced by the blood-soaked oppression or the gold-tinted pages
3. ESCAPE
Clouds glaring back in tumid silence as the doomsday horns crucify our earth modern day. pied piper missionary mosquitoes, spread their communicable disease leading a nation of zombie slaves, millennia old cultures raped into homogeny damned into the implied necessity of salvation's serenity marching toward the cultivated oblivion of the Christian pipe dream inventing our own emergency brake messiahs to save ourselves from the bigoted hells we are creating
Paving the way for our lecherous evangelist middleman healers to market their acquisitive acts of god
A populace indoctrination of tainted purity for lucrative tithing, for pre-paid pardons from molestation legalities
Mother mary, filled with contradiction
Birther of lies, procreator of amoebic cultural demise, begat the false messiah of the spiritual whores
Cellist in the symphony of apocalyptic plagues disguised as salvation. our destined manifestation sung by every cross poised to be burned to the ground
A timeless superstition folds as the smoke rolls toward another wasted prayer to the omnisciently deafened heavens
Smash their wings, watch them die asphyxiated with stench of the verity silenced by the blood-soaked oppression or the gold-tinted pages
4. CONTROL
Captivating volunteered economic slavery weary fingers worked to the bone as another cog continues to turn within this bleeding machine opening eyes to another's century-old dying dreams the stark realzation of the unforseen torching the mass produced hives emancipates the enslaved but will the scrambled convalescing worker drones to be too content to fly away exchanging the precious grains within the hour glass for crimson fist-fulls of pastel verdine masonic greed hypnotized by the capitalistic brainwashed desires, prosthetic needs, rheumatic deformities breeding an apathetic world who's occipants conspire betrayals gravitating towards meaningless successsion along the corprate chairs force-fed images of suburbia's fairy tales complete with the flawlessly narcissistic supermodel inhabitants the preprogammed suicidal inclinations join the looming feelings of soical inadequcany accompanying the bulimic casualties insatible members of an improbable utopain culture bent on torturing themselves merely for false promises of perfection alleviate the symptoms, never the cause perpetuate the systems of suppression absinthely forget the prescribed pain with the dispensed nerve deadening medication willing participants of the misery will smilingly share their suffering subjects of constraining submission to the exhausting drudgery corporate apathy reaches acceptability this empty security for the ease of conformity meanwhile the vampiric gears grind to autonmy as each drop of life is siphoned away one shirt at a time
5. UNTITLED
(Instrumental)
6. DELETE
Marvel at the intricacy of those few elating moments woven into this decay strickened life do these sporadic moments that make it all worth while equate the suffering or are they over-shadowed by the melancholy losing control of how I feel these bleeding scars will never heal remove the fragmented heart from it's chest will these salted cheeks subside, or will they regressso tempting is the permanence of the solution so intriguing is the artistry of the departure is this the only way out, is the what you've longed for dissect the veins, bleed out the lies, scalpeled wrists, exist this life encompassed in sorrow, dripping hands begin to scrawl sweet poetic beauty finger-painted pn the walls choose the words wisely, they will last a life time can't pretend anymore that everything will be alright already I feel so dead inside, wanting nothing more than to die exact revenge on this worlds for turning its back on you shudder in terror of what you feel compelled to do this what you longed for, is this the only way out sweating palms clutching stainless steel a final scream shrouded in darkness one last cry for help as crimson stains the bath tub's walls the pain excapes as the serrated knife falls the eternal release encapsulates your irresistable devestation could it have waited another day, another time, another place wold the desires still have burned the same years from now will they remember will their memories remain in death or will they fade further away years from now who will remember years from now withh they remember me each heartbeat rhythmicall slows to it's last palpitation quivering lips fall silent pale flesh tainted to a bluish hue the only life that remains lies in the streams of the dying words written by you
7. BACKSPACE
Hollywood gods birth an unrealistic perfection of tragic romance to fuel a victimized culture's obsession with love supplantations of forever concocted by vivid imaginations poisoning the minds of our future generations by instilling a false hope's emergence cleaving reality, they condemn us to an addiction of co-dependent expectations whoring our morals way emulate the adulterating images of the silver screen suffering through doppelganger soul mate heartaches worshipping the supposal of finding the one this is the little lie that we tell ourselves to quench the insatiable thirst of our masochistic dreams of sweet morbidity a prelude to the inevitable awaiting agony of the endless masquerade proliferated by the influence of cinematic lusting as the dream-concealing curtains rise, the stars fade from our eyes, and on our tongues the word forever dies enacting Romeo and his decimating melodramatics to soothe our rapacious hearts fancying the irrational tenet of escaping our dagger-bearing Capulet-esque endings an immortal stalemate that's been infused into our subconscious kiss by kiss the psychological dependence that fuels love's existence
(Instrumental)
2. ALT
Clouds glaring back in tumid silence as the doomsday horns crucify our earth modern day. pied piper missionary mosquitoes, spread their communicable disease leading a nation of zombie slaves, millennia old cultures raped into homogeny damned into the implied necessity of salvation's serenity marching toward the cultivated oblivion of the Christian pipe dream inventing our own emergency brake messiahs to save ourselves from the bigoted hells we are creating
Paving the way for our lecherous evangelist middleman healers to market their acquisitive acts of god
A populace indoctrination of tainted purity for lucrative tithing, for pre-paid pardons from molestation legalities
Mother mary, filled with contradiction
Birther of lies, procreator of amoebic cultural demise, begat the false messiah of the spiritual whores
Cellist in the symphony of apocalyptic plagues disguised as salvation. our destined manifestation sung by every cross poised to be burned to the ground
A timeless superstition folds as the smoke rolls toward another wasted prayer to the omnisciently deafened heavens
Smash their wings, watch them die asphyxiated with stench of the verity silenced by the blood-soaked oppression or the gold-tinted pages
3. ESCAPE
Clouds glaring back in tumid silence as the doomsday horns crucify our earth modern day. pied piper missionary mosquitoes, spread their communicable disease leading a nation of zombie slaves, millennia old cultures raped into homogeny damned into the implied necessity of salvation's serenity marching toward the cultivated oblivion of the Christian pipe dream inventing our own emergency brake messiahs to save ourselves from the bigoted hells we are creating
Paving the way for our lecherous evangelist middleman healers to market their acquisitive acts of god
A populace indoctrination of tainted purity for lucrative tithing, for pre-paid pardons from molestation legalities
Mother mary, filled with contradiction
Birther of lies, procreator of amoebic cultural demise, begat the false messiah of the spiritual whores
Cellist in the symphony of apocalyptic plagues disguised as salvation. our destined manifestation sung by every cross poised to be burned to the ground
A timeless superstition folds as the smoke rolls toward another wasted prayer to the omnisciently deafened heavens
Smash their wings, watch them die asphyxiated with stench of the verity silenced by the blood-soaked oppression or the gold-tinted pages
4. CONTROL
Captivating volunteered economic slavery weary fingers worked to the bone as another cog continues to turn within this bleeding machine opening eyes to another's century-old dying dreams the stark realzation of the unforseen torching the mass produced hives emancipates the enslaved but will the scrambled convalescing worker drones to be too content to fly away exchanging the precious grains within the hour glass for crimson fist-fulls of pastel verdine masonic greed hypnotized by the capitalistic brainwashed desires, prosthetic needs, rheumatic deformities breeding an apathetic world who's occipants conspire betrayals gravitating towards meaningless successsion along the corprate chairs force-fed images of suburbia's fairy tales complete with the flawlessly narcissistic supermodel inhabitants the preprogammed suicidal inclinations join the looming feelings of soical inadequcany accompanying the bulimic casualties insatible members of an improbable utopain culture bent on torturing themselves merely for false promises of perfection alleviate the symptoms, never the cause perpetuate the systems of suppression absinthely forget the prescribed pain with the dispensed nerve deadening medication willing participants of the misery will smilingly share their suffering subjects of constraining submission to the exhausting drudgery corporate apathy reaches acceptability this empty security for the ease of conformity meanwhile the vampiric gears grind to autonmy as each drop of life is siphoned away one shirt at a time
5. UNTITLED
(Instrumental)
6. DELETE
Marvel at the intricacy of those few elating moments woven into this decay strickened life do these sporadic moments that make it all worth while equate the suffering or are they over-shadowed by the melancholy losing control of how I feel these bleeding scars will never heal remove the fragmented heart from it's chest will these salted cheeks subside, or will they regressso tempting is the permanence of the solution so intriguing is the artistry of the departure is this the only way out, is the what you've longed for dissect the veins, bleed out the lies, scalpeled wrists, exist this life encompassed in sorrow, dripping hands begin to scrawl sweet poetic beauty finger-painted pn the walls choose the words wisely, they will last a life time can't pretend anymore that everything will be alright already I feel so dead inside, wanting nothing more than to die exact revenge on this worlds for turning its back on you shudder in terror of what you feel compelled to do this what you longed for, is this the only way out sweating palms clutching stainless steel a final scream shrouded in darkness one last cry for help as crimson stains the bath tub's walls the pain excapes as the serrated knife falls the eternal release encapsulates your irresistable devestation could it have waited another day, another time, another place wold the desires still have burned the same years from now will they remember will their memories remain in death or will they fade further away years from now who will remember years from now withh they remember me each heartbeat rhythmicall slows to it's last palpitation quivering lips fall silent pale flesh tainted to a bluish hue the only life that remains lies in the streams of the dying words written by you
7. BACKSPACE
Hollywood gods birth an unrealistic perfection of tragic romance to fuel a victimized culture's obsession with love supplantations of forever concocted by vivid imaginations poisoning the minds of our future generations by instilling a false hope's emergence cleaving reality, they condemn us to an addiction of co-dependent expectations whoring our morals way emulate the adulterating images of the silver screen suffering through doppelganger soul mate heartaches worshipping the supposal of finding the one this is the little lie that we tell ourselves to quench the insatiable thirst of our masochistic dreams of sweet morbidity a prelude to the inevitable awaiting agony of the endless masquerade proliferated by the influence of cinematic lusting as the dream-concealing curtains rise, the stars fade from our eyes, and on our tongues the word forever dies enacting Romeo and his decimating melodramatics to soothe our rapacious hearts fancying the irrational tenet of escaping our dagger-bearing Capulet-esque endings an immortal stalemate that's been infused into our subconscious kiss by kiss the psychological dependence that fuels love's existence
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