1. SHADOW OF TRIUMPH

Fall into infinity
The fortress on the mount
Raised high to fill space and time
Fear for none you can account

Heroes rise from fear of failure
And a great longing for peace
Have you ever known a savior
To rile the sleeping beast?
Without a golden purpose
With an ailing heart that sleeps
There's vitality within the blood
It is the salt within the sea

Fall into infinity
The fortress on the mount
Raised high to fill space and time
Fear for none you can account

You will prevail in infamy
From your infantry of doubt
(Give up everything you thought you loved)
Marching toward forever more
Toward what you will amount
(And stand alone)

Your virtues cannot be
The bricks laid in your walls
They are the silken threads
Weaved to catch you when you fall

Don't set your mind upon the sun
Face the light, grow your shadow long
Never forget the vows that trace your breast
The darkness lapping at your back
Remember that not every villain has a name

Fall into infinity
The fortress on the mount
Raised high to fill space and time
Fear for none you can account

You will prevail in infamy
From your infantry of doubt
(Give up everything you thought you loved)
Marching toward forever more
Toward what you will amount
(And stand alone)
There's vitality within the blood
It is the salt within the sea


2. GEARS OF THE REDEEMER

Peel back the sins we're born to praise
History is written by the guilty
You mustn't let your innocence
Be compromised by seeking answers

Don't trust them
Don't trust them
Don't let yourself wander too far
What have you done?

What have you done?

Don't cross your thoughts
Fight for yourself
Underbellies soft and knees trembling in time
Do they shiver like mine?
Do your eyes bleed like mine?
Deep red and blessed
Flesh grey and stretched
Ache from sins we wasted

Bite the hand that feeds you hatred
Consume the gods that they created
Accept misfortune as predestined fate
Abandon your father's pale lies of salvation

Faultless, your arrogance
Will be your end

Ending tragedies committed
By those who remain innocent
Bleeds into us memories lost

Atop their thrones of mold
They dig the grit beneath their sharpened nails
To calcify the writhing remnants of the
Myth that peace entails
Draining blood from monsters
To fuel clockwork messiahs
And engraving designations
Upon those labeled pariah

Autonomous automaton
We've bound your hands
So what do you hope to achieve?

Pure-intentioned, mal-directed
Mannequins whose tangled limbs
Contort into the footprints of the dead
Metal shafts shoved through our fleshy corridors
Lobotomize our benediction and syncopate the rotting
Organs that pulse within ventricle spires
Twisting, climbing to rival Babylon
Built upon the bodies of men condemned

Atop their thrones of mold
They dig the grit beneath their sharpened nails
To calcify the writhing remnants of the
Myth that peace entails
Draining blood from monsters
To fuel clockwork messiahs
And engraving designations
Upon those labeled pariah

Inconsequential soldier, fall back in line
Your dissent can't bring an end


3. CIRCUMVENT THE FAE

Did your ships sail to these shores
To keep me as your own?
Suck the marrow from my bones
Raise your sword towards the depths of night

Or did you arrive
To fill your mouth with fireflies
Breathe through the tangled roots
Sink into the chaos of the Earth

But I am not a faerie to be caught
I'm not a patron of your charms
My skin is soft but do you know?
The grass may be warm and green
But will turn brown beneath
A weight unforgiving

I rose from the soft Earth
Draped in loam and wrapped in vine
Constellations lined my spine
As they fell
As florid as the hollow expanse
Will you follow my trails
Rising through the dark's deepest gloom?
As though I am the moon
Never will my longing quell
To know your harvest and tide
To cast shadows on your tired eyes
My skin may be soft but do you know
The boldness of my touch?

Such an antiquated articulation
Of artificial ego
Is nothing more than a knife
Against your throat
With anchors in arrogance
All of your swiftly sailing ships
Will never reach the shores of Prospect.


4. CRITICAL AFFLICTION

He's watching you
But who's watching him?
In all this blood and thunder
The void is in us all
Enlightenment drug through
Bitter irony on the wind
Bleeding into the gutter
Feeding the rats growing fat
From the trash

His face you cannot place
But squirms inside your belly as you sleep
His bestial inclinations
Seep through the cracks in the city street

Tears turn to mud
And slow the steps of good men
Humanity within your enemy
Twists the hilt, turn the target within
What men will do with a gun to their head

Headlines read, “Cursed Before Birth”
Bled from the womb

I cried out for God
But God was not there
Just the echo of me
And the stench of the street

One man convinced another
To attack a third – sympathizer
Protested honestly, lost his teeth
Accomplice prayed to paranoia
What a man will do with a gun
To his head

His face you cannot place
But squirms inside your belly as you sleep
His bestial inclinations
Seep through the cracks in the city street

Headlines read, “Cursed Before Birth”
Bled from the womb

From the bottom of lungs
Across lips, malignant rumors
Like the breath of the city
The filth of primal instincts
Pumping rot into the breathless
Trampled victims crying “Save us!”
To their masters
He looks down at them
And whispers “no”