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The Eternal Female

I am the reaper. I will be the demise of your reign. I am the dark shadow where you hide. Self-righteous fascist, you chase the sun. Glory belongs to no man. Crooked church, you sell the Son. Thieves deserve to have no hands. Our Prisons were built with the st...

The Fall

One foot in front of the other. Fall in line. Since day one this has been damned. We blindly follow anything that we're shown. Open your eyes. This is a lie. We're all living a lie. Maybe we're the same, no but I despise you. I know I'm nothing like you. Since...

The Jealous Wings

Wading through the waters, slow and thick. I am aware now. They're not who they said they were. Slipping on their words beneath the surface. For what it's worth I know. I am not the man you were. I'm living in the shadows of intent and we're all teeth in the w...

The Life

Look at all of us running Always behind, always late We're always playing catch up In this human race All of these young men dying of old age To feel alive could cost you everything It's hard to hold onto your ideals when you lost your innocence When the dre...

The New Born Wonder

I'm lost without a sound but I have ears to hear. God, I'm weak and I'm tired and I want this fighting in my head to stop. They say hang it up young man. They say hate only leaves you cold and alone. I'm too jaded to care but too scared to run. I let my apathy...

Trembling Hands

This is a song for those who've lost hope. This is a song for those searching. This is a song for those that question. Question everyone, Question everything, and trust no one. Everyone has a motive. None of which are pure. There are vipers. They are liars. Th...

While The Sparrow Sleeps

Outside these city walls I sing while the sparrow sleeps. These hands couldn't raise any higher. This heart couldn't find a deeper hole. With your blood on my hands, I speak more about you than with you. The work of my hands is not yet my prayer. If a s...