To The End

I've held the hand of God and I've sang the Devil's song. And when it comes my time no tears are gonna fall. But some will light the fire and some will mourn the one.

Torches

The soul of the nation slowly withers (in the howl of the empty wind). As the spring lays, crushed beneath the hammer (the invisible flame). My vision sears the crowded square (as the mouth of injustice grins).

The Subtle Arts Of Murder & Persuasion

The dark crow man sits and stares into the oblivion. Into cold into nothingness, it's snowing in his mind.. . He's created himself in his own image.. Lust held for him means naught, a knock on the door.

The Undertow

You always needed people like me. Directions for your fingers to point. A crooked dealer's blaming spree. I'm guaranteed to disappoint. You're weak and scared and cutting raw deals.

The Passing

The Black Dahlia

I am the ones & the zerosthat control commerce & file you silently far away.. I am the children starving in the gutter bellies full of unabated poverty..

The Faded Line

Witness shame's parade. The pain of blame repaid. It's fucking hopeless. Accusations and denial. . Hopeless, demon of another day. Colorless, stoned, solid grey.

The Number Six

Sloth is the enemy of greatness. Reflection a scalpel to my mind.. We strive as you leisurely criticize. A free ride until you find that you've dug your own grave.

Terror & Hubris In The House Of Frank Pollard

All the fucked up things trap. And punish me I cannot explain my problem.. Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized.. You owe me.. Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors..

Terror And Hubris In The House Of Frank Polard

All the fucked up things trap. And punish me I cannot explain my problem.. Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized.. You owe me.. Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors..

Straight For The Sun

Gone. Gone. Shoot me straight for the sun. I wanna be the only one left. Misdiagnosed condition. Burnt beyond recognition. Sink her straight through the floor.

Suffering Bastard

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium. Exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to. Ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don't know what the fuck have I become?.

Terminally Unique

There's nothing new under the gun. Cognitive dissonance. Wallow in sardonic fear while your will breaks like glass. Throw on the blinders, ignore the signs.

Set To Fail

You want to hate me for the way you hate yourself. You think you can find who you are in someone else. Criticize who already found their positioning. You've got a long way to go.

Still Echoes

A thousand heads cut clean across their necks. Right down the hall from me. The Reich's relentless blade. Thirsty and shining red. Still echoes of their screams.

Ruin

The knowledge that seeking the favor of another. Means the murder of self.. This is the resolution. The end of all progress. The death of evolution. It bleeds all life away..

Ruiner

How light could be our darkest hour?. None will be left when they come. To collect their blood debts.. All accounts will run dry,. . A binary vessel full of nothing but dust..

Salivation

Smothered under your affection. Solitude an acquisition. Symbiosis turned parasitic. Now I'm starting to regret this. . Dying to be alone. Bleed me as I'm dying to be alone.

Remorse Is For The Dead

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain. Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well. . Constructed a monument to denial and excess.

Requiem

Down, chemical sacrament. Blasphemous prayer. Deliver me from this. So serene apocalypse. . Just make me fucking numb. Deaf, blind and fucking dumb. Return to sacred sleep.