Coda Xiii

Choir Of The Prophecy, Fulfilled

When the screams can't carry far enough. When the sands of time burn razor marks. When the ice burns cold and I can feel no more. I'll know, I'll know.

Broken Wings

An Epitaph

The future five align,. Empty promises find us all the time,. Would your put it on the line,. For the lost and frozen years,. Leave us bastard sons,. Leave us broken ones,.

Another Reason

Keep your eyes on the trigger,. And your mind on the ecstasy,. Just caress the emptiness,. Sit back and let it bleed,. We need salvation,. We need another god on the TV screen,.

A Paradox With Flies

These solemn words whispered in a haze. Could you even see me standing there?. All wrapped up in insecurities that. Won't stop spilling out all over me.

Accesible Losses

All you can hope for is. To make a slight connection with. All these clogged receptors. It's not getting any better by the look of it. . No people just numbers.

A Blessing In Tragedy

A blessing in tragedy. Burning what's left in effigy. . Wreckage, when there's nothing left. Wreckage, the birthright of regret. Wreckage, when there's nothing left.

A Cold Kiss

Of a dying breed and a decaying seed,. We've been watching for years,. Waiting for it to bleed,. Handshakes and contracts,. Just before they turn their backs,.

With A Thousand Words To Say But One

and to reflect is to regret throwing it all away and. apathy my one way street it took so much from. me separated by this divide i created through my.

Tranquil

this decaying flesh is coming back to. life reanimate me give me a chance and. i'll be right here when the sun hits the. sea watching these waves wash the pain.

Transcendence

There is no turning back from all the confines of regret. Reminders of that day will haunt you, nights you never slept. And every time you separate the body from the mind.

Treason In Trust

Shades of lies forming stained glass,. The beauty of which distracts,. Until it shatters down,. Crashes down,. . Those whose colors shown until now,. Accusations hurled at deaf ears,.

Veritas, Aequitas

This Side Of The Nightmare

All this down in flames. For just one more breath. It's not worth this. It's worthless. This Side Of The Nightmare. The sound of tears on the shell of this broken heart.

This Will Outlive Us

gone are the days of evasion existence is how. you create it what ever compels you to keep. on embrace it so long ad the missing piece of. the puzzle split down the middle we had better.

These Fevered Times

my heart's been racing with my mind to the finish. line of these fevered times struck down again this. turbulence has overcome tranquility pounding. the walls inside these thoughts i can't control.

This Curse

You, you left these arms holding nothing. Alone, set in this tomb of my tears. Liar, I know now that the truth was just another lie. It's too late, my heart has broken black.

The Misinformation Age

So serene is the bleached white scene. Of a thousand crimes you'll never see on TV. Swept away only to pave the new way. This misinformation age is upon us all.

The Patriot Virus

We are the embarrassment to market suicide. Without eyes full, full of genocide. We live where flags can buy more than others' lives. Where it's fashion to show your love for homicide.