1. ONSLAUGHT

(Instrumental)


2. WORKING OUT THE GRAVES

Lay me down here, i've already dug my grave
I'm ready. I'm not living anyway
I die in silence
I'm killing to tell the truth
You destroy to meet your needs
I'm dying to speak to you
No way out no way out
And you are more alive than me
No way out no way out
I open my eyes to see
Your darkness surrounds me
Diseased by your own hand, wretched man
You crowd the shadows of this tomb i occupy
Leave me this your disease
I despise your passivity
No way out
The soul is mine, and i've burned it already
It's dead and it's empty
No way out no way out
I thought you were on my side of the sword
But this is where it ends
Laying down my sword
Bowing down my head
I'm empty. I'm weary. I'm disappearing.
I thought you were on my side of the sword
I wear this armour (mask) to hide me away from you
It's silver and white and it's melding into my bones
I've got this darkness in me- no way out
You need something i can't see- no way out
So unattached and unafraid
I am a child of rage


3. WRETCHED

I'm so cold
Nothing on the inside
So burn me
So cold. No one to hold
So burn this body
I'm not feeling anymore
Chilling
Now i'm turning to stone
So burn this wretched body
Angel embrace this disheveled wretch
I am the thief who hides the light
Beneath the filth of burning fingers
Smothered under-not quite drowning
Reaching over not quite living
This is the gravedigger who throws his own
Body beneath the shit you tread
Carry me there-regret the life
Tarry onward-running away calloused
These ribs hold no more than hollowness
A hole dug as my grave
Though i'm buried inside my head
Already dead to your touch, to your light.
Your eyes march forward with condemnation
Feel this solitude-burn with me


4. THE WATCHER

I am part of the gate
Cold hard rusted
Keeping the prisoner inside
I am just an outline...
Disease starting down so deep
Eating its way out
This is where it begins: (secret captive sin)
In a single rod of the iron gate
Rusted and no longer serving its purpose
I curve my posture
Veil the reflections of comprehension in eyes
And breathe...
And watch them participate
In the movement of the play
While i am welded into the gate
To watch them marching onward...
I am just an outline...
Travel onward through crevice of shallow space
Catch a breath crawl onward
Travel onward through crevice of shallow space
Catch a breath crawl onward
Searing in this i die, in the openness of wound
I am part of the gate. I am cold, i am rusted
I am the prisoner inside


5. DEADFALL

Denial of something
You are the only statue left
Let the games begin...
Cold and solid
Your stone is almost stronger than
Let the games begin...
I am the child of your emptiness
Pieces stitched together with your bitterness
You're standing by yourself
You don't understand the mystery
Let the games begin...
Waiting for someone
You want it all on your half
Let the games begin...
I cannot feel, you never taught me that
Kill me and hold me and break me from falling
I'm feeling colder than-
Kill me and hold me and break me from falling
I'm turning colder than-
Tearing away to reveal nothing inside to fill the need
It's all over now...
Breaking away from your stone


6. METHODOLOGY

Has the light become part of the machinery?
Has the hand become part of the disease?
Has the body become the unwilling vessel?
How simple to peel away the skin and cut away the flesh
To discard and dispose or preserve
Of brain, ventricle, heart, lungs- to be left with bones..
Stitching the pieces of appendage of directed sight and speech
Dictating placement of footsteps and embrace
Serve my destiny. Serve my prophecy. Serve my future.
The master man maker; twitching the thread of a thigh bone
Twisting the stitch of a wrist moving toward its destiny...
Serve my destiny. Serve my prophecy. Serve my future.
Beading the twinkle of an eye to shine on only one truth
Casting a lock of hair meant to strangle the last bit of hope
You are the master
You are the doll maker
You are the slave creator
String them up to teach them your language
You are the master
You are the slave creator
An individual with choices to make you are not
You merely play into my hands, the web i weave
I twist you in like a fly
And you no longer think. And you no longer feel
And this is the dance you do...
Building the confines of trust and obedience
Housing the weakness of winged spirits
And capture the mystery of otherness
You are the man maker
You are the will breaker
You are the life taker
Cage them up to keep them from falling out of line
Puppet strings begin to twist
A master hand- do you know who i am?
Serve my destiny. Serve my prophecy. Serve my future.
This garden breeds the yellow pestilence
Of wicked fingers at work among the living
Branches are broken for posture and structure of spineless cloth sacks
Of arms and legs and face and neck of the master's creation


7. BLOODLINES

I want to hate you. I want to knife you. I want to kill you
You made me this. You ended me this way
I live in this house in the name of suffering. I am the darkness
I live in the river, but i can't get myself clean
I'm as tainted as a bloody fucking broken bottle
You made me this. You ended me this way.
I am dead. I am numb
And i walk in this world of the living
I am weary of this world
In my life i fuck the hours of death
And i blindfold you with the blackness of my breath
I want to hate you. I want to knife you
I want to keep you away from me
This is me, what you did to me.
This is my life, this is what i do to you.
This is you, i piss all over you.
This is me, you cannot break me.
I've already broken myself, i've already buried myself.
I will destroy you-
I'll kill the beast in you
I am going to hate you. I am going to knife you. I am going to kill you.
I hate you.
Now i am this. Now you've ended me this way.


8. NOWHERE BUT LOST

Imagine to set one fire
Burn out the infection
Spread the ruin end the tyranny
I saw you shut out the light;
Tape the black fabric over your eyes
And this is the way you see-
There's a war going on inside me
Let me go down...
Your diseased hand touches my mouth
And the words and fingers rot and curl and wither
There's a hollowness that festers there
Let me go down...
I'm in the need to cut you to pieces
Twist the lids of your blinded vision
I'm in the need to dismember the ruinous joints of you
I'm in the need for slaughter
I've got the taste of blood on my tongue...
Picking at the skin
Offering no protection
I'm bared down to the wires
Leave me this tarnished key
To lock and silence
I need to be filled up with light
Hope is sunken like my blackened eyes
I've lost this breath
Withering solace
The ghost came to carry me home...


9. DIFFERENT WAYS OF DECAY

I think i'm rotting on the inside
Way down deep inside my soul
I've built this little coffin that i live in every day
I peek out every day or so
To see those ghosts at play
I've got my knife right by my side
I keep it warm, i hold the blade
I want to keep watch, keep hold
For when they come to take my soul away
I've got this fear living inside me
It keeps me crippled and cold
Like a child i lie frozen
I hope these arms won't reach out and take hold
There's blood on my face
It keeps me warm at night...


10. PRISONER SCAVENGER

I am not what you think you see
(one of the haunted)
I am a ghost living in this walking death
(one of the haunted)
I am game to the most vicious prey
(one of the haunted)
Sunrise and death set
Mind rots in to capture the soul
Cage(ing) me, suck the life from my veins
Swallow your own breath
This is my fist in your gut
Collapsing now, this is the sound of my cracking bones
No insides left in this body-
I've let 'em all slip away
Can't find the right sustenance-
Don't need it anyway
I sleep in this house of misery
And i wake paralyzed underneath the shadows
I have no face, only the scar of your hatred
This womb leaves me as one of the haunted
I am the fire burning in the hollow land
I walk in the battle underneath your empty pretense of pain
Sunrise and deathset
Mind rots in to capture the soul
Cage(ing) me, suck the life from my veins
And i'll wear to the world my gravestone
This womb leaves me as one of the haunted
I am one of the haunted


11. TWO MINUTES HATE

Now just where the fuck have i gone
The days feel so old and cracked
And your eyelids close- you shut me out
Got run over by your words today
And everyone's a hazy shade of gray
And i don't know who i am anymore
Don't know where i'm coming from
Don't know where i'm going to
But i kinda want to hate you
I'm screaming till my bones break
But you swear you didn't even hear a whisper
I'm always left to pick up your pieces
A room of gold and you see red
What is there left that i can believe in..
This body so useless so dead and so ugly
Your eyes so disgusting so hating degrading..
A room of gold and you see red
What is there left that i can believe in...
Now just where the fuck have i gone
The days feel so old and cracked
And your eyelids close- you shut me out
And just where did i get lost
Where did you go and where have i gone
It's back to me again
Hair as fire, eyes as sharp as switchblades
Breathing death into my arms
Fingers dripping scarlet
What is there left that i can believe in..
I am so numb. I can't feel anything anymore
I am trapped in a shell and i can't feel anything anymore
I am so numb. I can't feel anything anymore
I can't feel me. I can't see me. I can't feel me...


12. AFTERMATH

(Instrumental)