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8th Commandment (Sonata Arctica cover)

All those lies suit you. They are custom made to drive you out of reality. Lies are true for you. You know, what you do is reaching a point of insanity. When you wake from your dream you know what is true? Ring of bell inside your head is playing with you...

Anthropocide

We choose to silence words Acting in desperation Freedom was undeserved We suffocate the earth Silencing innovation It's only getting worse Self inflicted atrophy Void of all progression The world we see today Reveals it's cracked foundations Crumb...

Arrive Alive, Leave Dead

I live vicariously Somewhere between alive and lone Undefined and unknown Somewhere inside the light dies fast Life won't last A foreboding sense of worthlessness The watching eye of time pierces It knows your future And it has heard your excuses Wh...

Existence

I'm telling lies, all the time, How can I live like this? Running mad, in a circle, Just trying to exist, Same shit, every day, No honesty in what I say, I'm weak from the endless system Of existence. Try to exist, I die so I can live. Try...

Faceless

It's like home but it's so dark, empty and cold A veil of shadows, place of decay and death A place of monsters, thoughts that you can't reason with A dark reflection, a make believe reality Turned upside down Right next to you, you can't even see Alwa...

Graves

You're clinging onto your rotting altar Where you life will stay the same I'm not here to find solutions Just to create problems I'll waste, disgraced, in this abhorrent place This race, a chase, all at a gruelling pace I'll waste, disgraced, in this ab...

Introverted Cross

Introvert, ignorance is bliss I can pretend I don't exist And all my fear can disappear when I am here Pull the wool over my eyes Hands on the cross, nails on either side And all my pain is crucified until I die Introverted Cross Introverted Cross In...

Sick to the Back Teeth

Sicken, rotting of the inner self Weaken, backwards thinking mental health Further, into realms of dark creation Brother, save me from procrastination Futile, breathing ash into the lungs Sicken, sickened more than anyone I'm sick to the back teeth I'm...

Suffocator

Floating aimlessly through passing time Breathe the water, your lungs won't mind Drown their words, bury your head under the sand Show no fear Drowning, body failing Under the surface You are finding a path to an alternative life On my own The sinkin...

Swarm

I don't want to be a part of life any more Don't want to be a number on a list Don't want to be a worthless grain of sand Don't want to be a part of this Numbers on a list; what kind of life is this? If we're just numbers on a list I don't want to be a...