1. UNDERWORLDS

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2. WRAPAROUND EYES

Sucked through a beam in familiar skies
Glowing bodies, staring right through eyes wraparound
Surrounded at the table by a crowd, they want your insides to figure out
Wraparound eyes, they rip them out
Sucked through a beam in familiar skies
Glowing bodies, infinite eyes
Surrounded at the table by a crowd, they want your insides to figure out
Eyes, they rip them out


3. REVENGE

You're face to face with your fate at the end of the chase,
You're face to face, try and make a narrow escape,
Your noose is cut loose, raised higher from the fire,
You're face to face, down deep in anguish, deeper cuts,
You're face to face, cut em down or turn to dust,
Your noose is cut loose, raised higher from the fire,
To what end, revenge,
You're face to face with your fate in the end,
For lack of grace, among men to reach the end,
Your noose is cut loose, raised higher from the fire


4. PARAGON PUSHER

Foiled those plans with a slight of hand
Weeded out 'til it stems up again
Paragon pusher
Who expels the waste that you see
Who coughs up the fodder you read
To nest unknown 'til they're force fed crow
Harness Eden trees all lined up in rows
Paragon pusher
Stripped of chance from the tyrant's hand
Cracked the glass down to grains of sand
Chewed up and spit out
Forced fed, worn down
What was then, hell is now


5. BARRICADES

Labor pawn vagabond
Never get shit for it
Trapped inside the walls
Barricades along the edge

Labor pawn vagabond
Never get shit for it

Wrapped up in a grip
Struck down by a whip
Building a better life
Wading through concrete

Trapped inside the walls
The plodding takes its toll

Locked away
The keep stays closed

The weight unbalanced
The climb unfolds


6. COGS IN THE MACHINE

Suffering
Out in the streets
Pushed with their backs to the wall
Safe inside
Glued to a screen
Always believe what the headlines read
They're born to be cogs in the machine


7. ROPERIDE

Can you bind down the serpent, his tongue, with a rope?
An underside of jagged rock, crooked teeth in rows
You wont forget the struggle, if you avoid the feed
Worming undercurrent, the tide belongs to me
The swell of steam from his snout is like fire through the reeds
His pungent breath makes them tremble in the dawning of disease
Nothing on this earth is equal
He was made to hold the sea creature without fear
Everything under heaven belongs to me


8. BREEDING

A run down society of mindless drones
Their brain pollution infects the homes
They're outside, they're breeding,
God fearing
Splitting skulls, have 'em off,
Wrap 'em in a bag, burn 'em all
Did you expect the havoc that unfurled the day you inherited the world?
They're outside
They're breeding
Polluting
Alive among the lifeless, alone among the swarm
The keeper of the seed, the omega of the horde
They're outside
They're breeding
Splitting skulls, have 'em off
wrap 'em in a bag, burn 'em all
Did you expect the havoc that unfurled the day you inherited the world?
Their brain pollution ruins home
Now you walk with the mass of clones


9. BORN IN A BAG

Awoken to the first swell of steam from the snout,
Affixed an array of tubes, pouring in or leaking out,
Tied down,
An entity of grotesque, so possessed,
A beast unkept, the fractured shell of congenital hereditary hell
Inherit the white flag
You're born in a bag
Spawned a breed unplanned
But once a grain of sand, now a plight to man
Of creation's hand, like a slaughter to the lamb
Once untold, now behold the ram's skull
In a world gone mad
Born in a bag, raised on a rag
Inherit the white flag, like a hunter to the stag
Of creation's hand, like a slaughter to the lamb
Once untold, now behold the ram's skull


10. MORAL CRUX

Focused on the gleam of the razor's edge,
Mind is fixed on the surface just below the ledge,
Chase the clock around in circles
Time moves slow for those, the slaves to the page
They're gonna choke
It's a crutch, but its never enough
A moral crux
They're born to cower in front of those bastards empowered
The illusion of faction is all apart of the farce
Chase the clock around in circles
Or let 'em rot with a cross eternal
A fucking crutch, but it's never enough
Your moral crux