Down : Down III - Over the Under

Sludge Metal / USA
(2007 - Warner Music Group / Self-Produced)
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1.3 Suns And 1 Star

All felt is hope
To spilling over needs are a passing memory
Fear not worthy
Belief
A martyr's burden
Heaved upon capable shoulders
Dissuade your charge
Arrive in commonplace with the elect
Size up the furthest plateau
Inside the soul of saints...

The old dog has to learn a new trick and more
Or the next trick will be on him
I've drank the oceans dry
I've stopped the time
Embraced the riddle of regret (again and again)

Desire
Haunt me long
The light of 3 suns and one star
Watch over me...
A square will never fit a circle
No hope
No joke
Both bookends burned
I've drowned in oceans (of) mine
I woke the dead
And still the dry bones live again
(And again with me)

Desire
Haunt me long
The light of 3 suns and one star
No higher
Keeps us strong
The light of 3 suns and one star...
Watching over me

In me... watching closely over me
In we... moving within you and me
In deep... our own ideology

In me... X-Ray hanged for all to see
Naked... Frenzied and we're free
Our own ideology...

2.The Path

Crawling... to the path of the righteous
Crawling... to you again, to you again
Crawling... up then down a mountain
Crawling... then up again, then up again
Could you ever admit to yourselves
That you must walk in the light of the blessed?
No invited
To cry out loud
I'm a brother
Stone cold truth
Love and suffer
(The) Siamese-cult
Held divided
So I trudge on
Now
Could you ever admit to yourselves
That you must walk in the light of the blessed?
Not invited
To cry out loud
I'm a brother
Stone cold true
Love and suffer
(The) Siamese-cult
Held divided
So I trudge on
Eyes wide to reality
Crawling... to the path of the righteous
Crawling... to you again
Eyes wide to reality
Crawling... up then down a mountain
Then up again
Eyes wide to reality
Crawling... I'm crawling
To you

3. N.O.D

Sick of a sickness
A reoccuring nightmare of
Convulsing through slow temple dance
Liberation requiem
Stamped out curriculum
Oh that doppleganger laughing (manifesting wings)
The dark side...
Drop trip...
Lost on a trip
No acid can supply
Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be (for me)
Inside of dead weight standing
Speaking with authority
Black smoke is swirling upward masking
The dark side
Misanthropy skin deep
The dark side
(We) the children of extremes
The dark side
Will warn a fool indeed
That dark side
You'll have to carry that weight
You fight
You will fight
Against the strands
So ill advised
The dark side
Misanthropy skin deep
The dark side
(We) the children of extremes
The dark side
Will warn a fool indeed
The dark side
You'll have to carry that weight
I fight
I will fight
Against the strands so ill advised
We'll never know when
Someday will bring our own
(sudden)... last time
I will fight... you say you want a revolution?
I will fight... and carry that weight

4. I Scream

All scorn me
A monster should be feared
Witch hunt blame
Regret and damn the day
I scream
Fallen leaves
From the same family tree
Wind blown halves
Regret is all that's left... all that's left
Words cut deeply
(There is) no secrecy
So long since seeing
My lifetime appealing
The two are not healing
I cannot help feeling regret... regret
Reflecting on our memories...
We know the pains of living...
And I know he's seeing both of we
Regret he would not want to be
I scream...

5. On March the Saints

Be something that amounts to nothing the threat
a wrecking ball plowing through our karma
we have no confident voice in our ears for tonight
exist in memory (the) only headline

We have been through change, by the season of the storms
it's irony, the cleansing
except eccentric faith, to need religion
to sit high among the elect
On march the Saints

There's no such thing as a good time for bad luck
as minutes turn to distressed fragmented moments
reading lips unable to hear the talk
partake no tangible out in tomorrow

We have seen the change, from the season of the storms
it's irony, the cleansing
with all our lives at stake, from at rest to present
are sitting high, among the elect
On march the Saints
MARCH

6. Never Try

Close the door
Lay in bed
Cigarette
Aching head
Never try... you either do it
Or don't waste your time
Frustration
Out patient
Hand-cuffed man
To himself
Navigate slowly
A step at a time
Towards the law
Never try... you either do it
Or don't waste your life
Shreds of life
Eyes cried dry
Touch no-thing
Burned outright
Navigate slowly
A step at a time
Towards the law
Never try... you either do it
Or don't waste my time

7. Mourn

Hotel room of doom
I can't find a clue
Confusion, broken hearted woe

Sheets and pillows soaked
My telephone seems broken
I'm calling crucified
Blacklisted no reply

BE MY EYES

Stole my sight
But not my heart
I miss my 2nd home
(Your) adopted son doth mourn

Sermon served in praise
In a sacred empty space
Pit no ones sorrows against your own

Seven days in vain
The last three spent inflamed (in prayer)
I stand crucified
As they're stricken blind

BE MY EYES

Stole my sight
But not my heart
missing the lone state home
My blood runs cold
I Mourn

8. Beneath the Tides

Setting sail
From a crushed rooftop
Fathoms deep
Shallow as a raindrop
Attempt to feel
20/20 now
React like gasoline
Cornered by a house
Fire
You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout
Cut from the filthy cloth
A sucking wound left in our chests
Being burned around the heart
The boil under your flesh
Hidden at home
Chasing a tucked tail now
Acting on the instinct
Of self haphazard yet
You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout
The shaving down
In milligrams
With a gun in your hand
Directionless
Memories
Of combat on your head
Rain can't soak what is not there
The first thrill
Demands another
Consequence
The trigger of the operative
Playing Russian Roulette with a full chamber
Miserable outcome
One and the same
You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout

9. His Majesty the Desert

I try... when there is no such thing
And hide... rejecting
Yet still the pain goes on
Reaching for a handful...
Countdown...
From the inside looking... out
And building...

10. Pillamyd

Been to this place before
An excavation
Scrawling a name again
Touch stony face restored
Can't read the name
Collapsible fingertips
Weeping within the hot of desert weeps
To brood within the skull of wax and time
Taking no step alone until you can
Crying on the downed stones
By handfuls you will build a pillamyd
Lust in the vessel head
Working with slaves
Dust in the eyes of men
Offer nocturnal prayer
Alter ablaze
Magik obtained
Deciphering pain
Moving inside you when you seem asleep
Influence all to step beyond the gate
When you're slipping in preservative
Hydro-glyphic downed stones
By handfuls you will build a pillamyd
A pillamyd built
The pillamyd guilt... inside
It's etched in stone

11. In the Thrall of it All

Go slow
Cruel to himself and generous about it
Cruel to the world (it's) not hard to spot it
Can't give up
Shut up
On a tirade
Off the top of his head
So ripe becoming rotten
He's hit the wailing wall
To pass out hard upon
He's kissed the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all
Failed his name with no care to hide it
Failed escape it's documented
Instilled or distilled
The spike or the chill
It's immolation
The lust of non-existence
He's hit the wailing wall
To pass out hard upon
He's kissed the wailing wall
No lower heaven
For his bones
Nor handing life back
What it's owed
Caretaker careless
Of what he's sown
Porously reaching
His lowest low
The negative has just begun
Joining the war impossible...
In the thrall of it all
Headstone tells but nothing about him
Headstone reads two decades wasted
A funeral pyre
With no one to burn it
(And nobody attending)
Because self destruction brings misfortune
In the thrall of it all

12. Nothing in Return (Walk Away)

Fast... a cleansed soul rebirthing
See... to be... and understand your flipside...
You want nothing in return
All... is cry until the laughing

There is more between the sky and earth
That is beyond our philosophy unknown...
You want nothing in return
The closest who need you
(And) the closest surrounding you
Will walk away...
And when we walk away there will be no coming home

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