1. CONSTANTS

(Instrumental)


2. JONESY CHRIST

Here I lie, clinging to this breathe of eternal life
Inherently blind, yet apparently kind, to those who conformed well before their time
Crucified, for the betterment of mankind
I won't die, for an ignorant, flesh-feeding heretic's fight
I won't die, for the betterment of mankind
From the cradle to the grave, misery and agony follow in my oppressive wake
Bow to the debt collector, an executioner
For a lack of better words, a murderer

Justified sacrifice to cover up these severed ties
Witnessing the delusion of these dreams as we march, tooth and nail
Witnessing the division of ill-faded hearts, their truth will fail
Resurface again and again
Witnessing the deception as we breach, only freedom we hail
Pull out from under the weight of a life destroyed
Resurface again and again


3. G.U.I.

Invade throughout this civilization
Cast far away from home, without immunization
Familiar voices pass away

Pseudo altars built from sadistic corporations
Fourth stone from the sun, burnt to black

Blueprints to a window fade, instead a gateway was made
Underlings carry their tasks, lay waste

Blueprints to windows fade, instead gateways were made
Last choice, this decision we'll make


4. THE CONCEALER

Chills of frigid air breeze through these sheets
A shadow without a corpse now roams our streets

Dug below a grave that most came to shun
Resurface above everything they wish to become
Appearing under a blanket of darkness
Disappearing under the glare of the forgotten sun

I am not insane

The dead walk beside the breathless who speak
I know what I've seen and what's been brought before me
I witness her cry, not another face hides
Alone in this room, a pale beauty still breaths

Chills of frigid air breeze through these sheets
A shadow without a corpse now roams our streets
Alone in a crowded room of wandering souls
White knuckles clinch, only thoughts controlled
A silent plea to simply be seen

As ghosts of men, we embrace the end


5. THIS FORGOTTEN LAND

This forgotten land
Is consuming all but one
And that is you my son
So please just take our hand

Have no fear for we are here
To shine the light
To break up any fight
Contained with you inside
Must begin to steer clear

Train through for seven years
Progress you must revere
If you fail to meet their trust
Pushed back from the front

These things you must learn on your own
Before you take the throne
As the title of the King

This Forsaken Land
Consuming all but one
Blood spilt for our defenses
Tears grow thick from pain, as it drenches
Sweat poured to rebuild these trenches

This compromised land
Is consuming all but one
And that is you my son
Entitled to this elite brand

Trained now these fourteen years
Progress you have revered
Now depart from you we must
This stone edifice we entrust

You have learned these things on your own
Shall you take the throne
As the title of the King

This Forsaken Land
Consuming all but one
Blood spilt for our defenses
Tears grow thick from pain, as it drenches
Sweat poured to rebuild these trenches

We must now leave you with this place
Of never ending grace
Goodbye our dearest son
The inheritor of one

This majestic place of high command
The grandest tower controlled firsthand
Venture off, hence this path we'll withstand
Disappearing all but from This Forsaken Land