1. THE PROVING GROUNDS

Tidal waves of wounded egos
Crashed in unisson
Spreading coast to coast
Now the season has begun

Across the checkerboard
At attention
Sentinels await
Round the clock they
Watch the flock
The ex-confederates

Counsel highly skilled
And trained
To sell salt to the sea
Drowning experts drag you
Down there
For a decent Fee

We'll prove you wrong
And carry on
We'll carry on
You're going down now
We'll prove you wrong
And carry on
On proving grounds
You're going down

Shutting portals to our past
His powers on the wane
We take up the task eternal
Our vision sovereign

Old bent copper left a trail
Of anger and abuse
In his wake the unit joined
The ranks of the accused

We'll prove you wrong
And carry on
We'll carry on
You're going down now
We'll prove you wrong
And carry on
On proving grounds
You're going down


2. COLLECTOR

Morning came to you
An open letter
Reading back to sender
There's nothing I can do
I'm a fraud
A chemical reporter

Fallen angel on the sun
In the crossfire
Ready to deliver

Brace yourself
I know he's back in town
To collect the debts
And size you down

There's only so much I can do
I'm a wreck
A tired operator

Fallen speaker of the house
In the crossfire
Calling back to sender

Brace yourself
I know you're back in town
The souls you collect
Will drag you down

Brace yourself
I know you're back in town
The souls you collect
Will drag you down


3. RECAST

A bold chess move
Drop the attitude
It's overplayed
A far cry from the moon
Light in your wake
Let us operate
Navigate
You'll be home real soon

Shell shock eyes
One horse open sleigh
Devissed to last
Ball-park estimate
A slot in your name
Let us decorate
Navigate
You'll be gone real soon

Careful what you wish for
Pipe dreams never last
We've seen it all before
The wrong name on a cast

Careful what you wish for
Pipe dreams never last
We've seen it all before
The wrong name on a cast
No more high hopes
Pipe dreams never last
Seen it all before
The wrong name on a cast


4. REACTS

(Instrumental)


5. CRAZY HEARTH

Spike the wine
Clink cups and dine
A lip of the hal sealing our fate

Here's the catch,
No strings attached
But I carry this Shield sewn close
To my heart

A power jolt of pride I suppose
For that knowledge is pure,
Set deep in the folds
Of my chest
Can't access

Dusting the past
To see through at last
Mother, don't bother
A pain in my side there's no way
To hide
Smothered, don't cross her

Let me provide a spare
Set of eyes
To search and root out the plotters
Wherever they are

Them who feed off
Violence and greed
Will be found in contempt down
By the Pearly Gates
No access

Dusting the past
To see through at last
Mother, don't bother
A welcoming squad,
A promise to last
Smothered, don't cross her

Dusting the past
To see through at last
Mother, don't bother
A welcoming squad,
A promise to last
Smothered, don't cross her
A pain in my side
There's no way to hide


6. HOLLOW KING

Heavy lies the crown that wears
The head
The spectre of a golden calf walks
In his stead
My nightmares drawn from
Memory banks
Gone to waste, immaculate white
Elephants

Under the wine-red canopy
Blue bloods indulge in their own
Fantasies
Rename the cast,
File underlings
Tracks they lay to pave the way
For the Hollow King

True mock coronation
Well-spent ammunition
Silent procession
In your wake
Wide open letter
Temporary savior
Dubious power in your name

Bad omens
Would not dissipatee
Gone to seed the fleet
Proceeds to evacuate
Heavy lies the weary
Head indeed
Far too great the task chead for
The Hollow King

True mock coronation
Well-spent ammunition
Silent procession
In your wake
Wide open letter
Temporary savior
Dubious power in your name

True mock coronation
Well-spent ammunition
Silent procession
In your wake


7. SOLDIER ON

Get up, head down
And soldier on
Son
Hatred becomes you
Like a charm
My moral compass are you not ?
I'll bat for you
You'll fend for all
Gear up, get down
And soldier on
Son

Lay off, enough congratulation
Your nemesis is gaining ground
The highlight of your education
We'll praise your name
And crush you down
Gear up, fear not his retribution
Bearing the guilded camisole


8. A FAR CRY

(Instrumental)