1. INTERRUPTIONS

(Instrumental)


2. ADVENT

I'll bring your country to its knees with my signature
And with the softest of words buildings will collapse and crumble

It's pathetic that you would repent to the face of consequence
As your lungs rebel against your chest
Waist deep in ash and debris the smog and fumes make it difficult to breathe
But I want you to preserve

You will wander through the ruins of this nation
And learn the meaning of being abandoned

The earth erupts to blush a night ripe with flames
With fiery bust they lean to kiss your head in nameless graves
On this eve as the bells toll deep
There is no escape that which coils beneath

Those iron gates loom open wide
Salvation never looked so good

At last the curtain call, with crimson drapes they clench
The sickle's curve to your waiting veins in a final bow of revenge

It's pathetic that you would repent to the face of consequence
As your lungs rebel against your chest
Waist deep in ash and debris the smog and fumes make it difficult to breathe
But I want you to preserve

On this eve as the bells toll deep
There is no escape that which coils beneath

Those iron gates loom open wide
Salvation never looked...

At last the curtain call, with crimson drapes they clench
The sickle's curve to your waiting veins in a final bow of revenge


3. DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES

Conversations slurred between satin sheets
Oh my darling, here's to you
Whatever it takes to make those shy legs move
I'd give it all just to crawl inside that ribcage marbled by candlelight
Arches of pristine pearl slick with the fluids of amber suicide
We'll thirst deep in those hours beyond sleep
Suckling our wounds as the laughter fades
Livers ache as each cup is drained
Still we'll toast to the miracles of distilled grain
And the friends we lost along the way


4. From Veins to Canvas

Sadistic intentions stir again from within me
Sickening urges guide my hand
Left to be found by whoever holds you dear

Careful incisions quickly fester into rotting sores
Nausea is cultured at the sight of gore
An altercation to your frail design
Your anatomy redefined
Remorseless pressure fractures your spine
Your anatomy redefined

Thrust into your abdomen
Entrails removed to be ingested
Pleading ignored, why would you pray to an entity you've betrayed
The crushing hammers of judgment, the sins of your profession repaid

Parting words are bittersweet
Or surely in the depths of hell
You will be the first soul I meet

Left to be found by whoever holds you dear

An altercation to your frail design
Your anatomy redefined
Remorseless pressure fractures your spine
Your anatomy redefined


5. TEETH OF GEARS

Eyeliner digs epitaphs in the dressing room
It's hate that drives me now, the only thing I've yet to lose
Vengeance be thy name
Imperfections bleached away
Emotions deemed obsolete
Dead tongues murmur soliloquies
This world betrayed by autonomy as I sold you and you sold me
Everyday becomes the same
Every face fades into the rain
And you used to look so gorgeous when you smiled
But now when we kiss all I can taste is battery acid
I have seen the gears beneath you flesh
I have pushed my hands past the wires that swell inside your chest
You are only a machine plugged to the heart of an animal
Instincts and urges compel the few to howl revenge beneath a waning moon


6. THE IVY PORTRAIT

How long have I lost myself in those streets ?

As ivy crawls and conquers all from every arch to every wall
All that I've aspired to be has proved to cost more than it's worth

I am only the sum of all that disgusts me and all that I have loved
This city is just another girl who hides behind her hair
While fingering the trigger of a gun like it was a part of her

Vines spiral up leg and ledge to hold this city as a hostage
I am the sum of all that I have loved


7. VICTORIAN

Chambers alight as the evening bleeds into night
The courtyard late with her ghost opaque in autumn drapes
Atop my hearth it sits perched so motionless
Unending in insidious dialect, of purpose bereft
One word so clearly uttered crept forth from it's mouth
In reply to my inquisitions, of vowels sickly pronounced

Surely this cannot be, how could this creature speak ?
The answer remains the same, descent into madness complete

It's her voice that I can't forget, like summer in bloom
And death, with putrid breath, laughs upon his throne

Atop my hearth it sits perched so motionless
Unending in insidious dialect, of purpose bereft

Surely this cannot be, how could this creature speak ?
The answer remains the same, descent into madness complete


8. COFFINS IN BLOOM

Completely numb in isolation
Strangers steeped in conversation
This is the last time that I ever want to sleep in this place

So far away

Rain and smoke cover the crowds in distant gray
Our sharpened silhouettes slowly slip across the pavement
I'd rather be anywhere else but here
The wheels are grinding as this juggernaut
Rest it's bruised hull remains careless to its destination
I've been waiting for so long

Your life in passing is more intricate than anything you've ever accomplished
Stories of things we wished we did when we were younger
Still haunt us the next day and for the rest of our lives

So far away

Rain and smoke cover the crowds in distant gray
Our sharpened silhouettes slowly slip across the pavement
I'd rather be anywhere else but here
The wheels are grinding as this juggernaut
Rest it's bruised hull remains careless to its destination
I've been waiting for so long

Vapors weep into the stagnant fog blurring the rusted words engraved
Like ghosts above the crowd, the lines etched go unnoticed and remain silent

Rain and smoke cover the crowds in distant gray
Our sharpened silhouettes slowly slip across the pavement
I'd rather be anywhere else but here
The wheels are grinding as this juggernaut
Rest it's bruised hull remains careless to its destination
I'd rather be anywhere else but here
The wheels are grinding as this juggernaut
Rest it's bruised hull remains careless to its destination
I've been waiting for so long


9. FIRST AMONG EQUALS

The dust settles on lonely roads where iron aches to etch young names on tombstones
Where the hourglass is running low where each breath might be your last
A world of hell awaits us just below the grave
Vultures forever circle wide above us
Brothers come and go as the cemetery grows
And though they may be heartless, they're the only ones I know

A world of hell awaits us just below the grave
Vultures forever circle wide above us
My dear, it's not death that I fear it's that the judges might forget my name when I'm gone
The rising sun decides who will be left alive we'll be the ones who walk the line

My dear, it's not death that I fear it's that the judges might forget my name when I'm gone
The rising sun decides who will be left alive we'll be the ones who walk the line

Brothers come and go as the cemetery grows
And though they may be heartless, they're the only ones I know

A world of hell awaits us just below the grave
The rising sun decides who will be left alive we'll be the ones who walk the line

A world of hell awaits us just below...
Vultures forever circle wide...


10. ARMS TO THE OCEAN

Night ushered hands collide with the most delicate skin to rouse the longing within
The tides are rising as the sea coughs forth its decree
"Your love may wait at shore but your pride will still belong to me"
I often dream of her in hope my thoughts will bear the cherished visage of the moon caught in her raven hair

Our parting words, "we shall meet again"
I pledged upon the cliff where she so patiently stands clad
In the purest white, awash with the hue of night she is waiting for me to return
With open arms to the ocean

My heart spilled to the horizon, it's scarlet hues laid atop waters blue
I've heard sailors preach as their oars churn the deep

"Lord, what I would give just to gaze into her eyes again
To the foulest of lords my soul would belong if their might could bring me home
And grant me one precious moment in her arms"

Our parting words, "we shall meet again"
I pledged upon the cliff where she so patiently stands clad
In the purest white, awash with the hue of night she is waiting for me to return
With open arms to the ocean

Seven ravens croon your ballad for the homesick at sea
The hands to which I'm wed must surely think me drowned or dead clasped together,
Praying for the tide to bring me home