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Virtue is lost
Beyond this sleek veneer
Beneath the neon existence
Her face is grey
And everything she longs for turns to black
The chemicals bring little vindication
And white lines lace every vein
Does she realise what she's become?
But she's not waking
And She's still failing
But she's not waking
She's still failing
Follow the siren's song
To face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence
And does it make you sick?
"Can you hear me, Is She Conscious?"
Does it make you feel beautiful?
Bloodshed under the streetlight
And does it make you sick?
"Oh God! We've got a bleeder here."
Does it make you beautiful?
Heartbreak under the streetlight
She's lost again
Adrenalin Strains Corrupted Arteries
Virtue is lost
Beyond this sleek veneer
Beneath the neon exsistence
Her face is grey
And everything she longs for is pulling away
Follow the siren's song
To face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest night
Searching the silence
Follow the siren's song
To face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest night
Searching the silence
Dead by first light
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes
Dead by first light
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes
Dead by
Dead by first light
Dead by
Dead by first light
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This is life
This is worthless
Is there consequence?
This apathy is murderous
Hope is dead, buried by regret
Alive for nothing and dying for even less
Is this the path we've chosen?
Our minds and our future left to rot
These lives are worth nothing
Our lives worth nothing
Fuck
As we watch our dreams turn into dust
On these cold streets beneath this hollow corpse of a life,
Their world casts shadows and it's eating us alive
We are the working dead, haunted by the ghost of unanswered dreams
We are the flesh and the blood of a lost generation
The deceased and forgotten
The voiceless and consumed
We're buried and broken and we're rising against you
So this is life, and are we so worthless?
We've clawed our way back
They can't destroy this
Cause we've got nothing left to lose
These hate fuelled hearts keep burning
We push against the grain and we won't turn back
Armed to the teeth
Born from the shadows
Burning for revenge
We're burning for revenge
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Carrion
In a moment I'm lost
Dying from the inside
Her eyes take me away
Tear me apart from the inside out
Dead eyes speak in volumes
But our lips refuse to move
Could this ever be the last time?
The final time that we see this through
Give me the strength to return
Return the breath you've stolen
Give me the means to reset
Reset
Her heart I've broken again
Reflections built upon sorrow
We're walking the darkest road
Within chests carved with regret
In a moment I'm lost
Dying from the inside
Her eyes take me away
Tear me apart from the inside out
From the inside out
The inside out
We've been running blind
Now we're falling through the cracks
We're left running
We are running blind
Now we're falling
Falling through the cracks
Into the world of the dead
Her shining eyes
Her shining eyes
Her shining eyes mark our return
Back to the world of the dead
In a moment I'm lost
Dying from the inside
Her eyes take me away
Tear me apart from the inside out
My love I left
My heart I left
With my promise to return
A promise to return
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The night creeps through my bones with a winter's chill, sending shivers down my spine
Like cold hands across my skin
Five months have passed and taken with them every sense of warmth
Until my blood ran cold and life stood still
And still I hold my breath, counting the nights I've stood with my heart in hand
And still I hold my breath, counting the nights.
Waiting for silence to break me down again
If only you could see
See it in my eyes how much it means
Your touch, Your smile
To a heart thats beat has long since given out and given in
The night opens wide, swallowing every sense
Embracing me with emptiness
The hours have become irritations, and I find myself reduced to life's imitation
How can we truly say that we are alive
When everything I see in me is screaming
How can we truly say that we are alive
When everything I see in me is screaming otherwise?
It's screaming otherwise
Cause five months have passed and taken with them every sense of warmth
Until my blood ran cold and life stood still
The hours have become irritations, and I find myself reduced to life's imitation
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These are the sentiments of a cold-blooded cynic
So believe me when I say I would love nothing more
Than for everything to end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tides
Grey skies, let none survive
Don't say I didnt warn you
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word of this perfect world
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave, it's all I crave
Bury me five thousand fathoms deep
And leave my bones for the depths
The sharpest teeth await our skin
The sharpest teeth await
Bloodlust swarms upon our worthless existence
The devil's teeth
The devil's teeth beneath our skin
Whispering of silent vengeance
Blood debts remain unpaid
Now every breath of life has been betrayed
Every ideal has rusted through
Nothing we hold brings solace
(Feed us to the sharks)
So let nothing remain
(Feed us to the sea)
To be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave, it's all I crave
Bury me five thousand fathoms deep
And leave my bones for the depths
There's blood in the water
Sinking, always sinking
There's blood in the water
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word of this perfect fucking world
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Now your heroes have fallen.
Championless,
The seas are rising.
So torch every banner.
Every hope of surviving.
This storm is breaking.
Security has left you treading water.
Now taste the fear.
Taste the uncertainty.
What will you do
when there's nothing left for you to cling to?
What will you do
with your one last breath?
Thrive in your emptiness.
Burn all you love.
There's no hope for the weak.
Our heroes have died.
No heart. No hope.
Face to face with the abyss.
One by one they fall away
and wont be missed.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the sound?
As our broken idols
come crashing down.
Now taste the fear.
Burn all you love.
There's no hope for the weak.
Our heroes have died.
Burn all you love.
There's no hope for the weak.
Burn all you love.
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There is nothing
I would not give.
These are the days of calm.
Please understand these are the days of calm.
We don't forget.
We don't forgive.
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Black plagues, line a fading sky
A dying world stripped to the bone
Intoxicated by the madness
Blood weeps from open wounds
And still the fires rage
Consumed, now chaos reigns
Our pride dissolved
The rise and fall
The breaking point
Burned and crossed
Lost
Now immune to all the carnage
We turn upon ourselves
Within these times of desperation
We are the virus that has infected
To its last
Nothing is sacred
Nothing shall be saved
No one shall be spared the horror
That has yet to come
Destroy and discard
This is all that we know
Blackened flesh, blistered
Hangs from skeletal frames
Stalking this arid wasteland
Our minds immune to change
The shreds of morality
Fall by the wayside
As we are left to ponder
These black box revelations
In these days to come
In this
Our final hour
We will witness the true depths
To which humanity can sink
Humanity can sink
We will learn
To suffer
We will learn
To fail
And before long
We will beg for the end
And still the fires rage
Consumed, now chaos reigns
Our pride dissolved
The rise and fall
The breaking point
Burned and crossed
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When your lungs collapse
When your last breath fails
Upon reflection the fatal choice was yours alone
Convulsions constrict your flesh
Into a portrait of agony
Crushed
Into a portrait of agony
Of agony
This, this is cataclysmic failure
As your organs refuse to prevail
This is, this is pointless suffering
How does it feel to know
You brought this shit on yourself
The timing of consequence
Your actions have their price
I won't pay for your mistakes
As pain eclipse your nerves
You'll get what you deserve
Now brace yourself as
All hell breaks
All hell breaks loose
All hell breaks loose
Yeah
Fucked up the system's shutting down
Drowned In Disease
Staccato bursts of blood
Prelude a flatline ending
Suffocation overrides
The persistent beats of life
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Vanishing points and midnight horizons
Herald another night
without you by my side.
Bring me the light. Bring me the dawn. Bring me another day
But further from your arms.
And this world is frozen
And my limbs so numb.
Feel the frostbite,
Exceed all hope of coming back alive.
And these roads we've chosen
leave our hearts so numb.
As another day sets its teeth
ready to strike.
But there will be no dawn.
At these hours I find my mind
Turns itself in circles, reigniting the worst of fears
and leaving others to the cold.
Powerless, I'm afraid to lose
these thoughts of you.
Please leave me the scars.
Just leave me the scars.
Wake. These are the hours left to ghosts. These are the times
reason fails to reach.
These are the places from which echoes fail to return
and solitude runs hand in hand with disaster.
And this world is frozen.
and my limbs so numb.
Feel the frostbite
exceed all hope of coming back alive.
And these roads we've chosen,
leave our hearts so numb.
So I'll salvage what little hope I can
from the sun.
Still I'm choking on the words
I should have said one thousand times. And I'm cursing every memory.
And I'm holding on until there's nothing left to save.
Let every scar still bear your name.
Every scar still bears an angel's face.
And still I chase the sun.
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I -
So it begins,
Our eyes torn open.
Free from the thorns of doubt.
Free from our selfish confine.
Our. Blood. Restless. Ceaseless.
With open arms
We stand
Before the dawn.
II -
The sun seems to have been rising
ever since I can recall.
Lending a sense of permanence
to this lying world.
Your words, not worth the air.
Your life, not worth its weight in flesh.
To hope for something more.
To dream of substance.
Like a million before us, waiting to die.
Like a billion before us, waiting to die.
Masochistic, to think this would be remembered.
Sadistic, perpetuation of stagnation.
There is nothing as empty as waiting to die.
We spend our lives wasting, as time eats us alive. x2
The sun seems to have been falling ever since I can recall.
The only sense of permanence in this dying world.
Sit back and watch as time eats us alive.
Everyone who knew me, Destined to die.
The marks I left upon this world will wash away.
III -
In time, and so it ends.
In time, it all finds an end.
In time, and so it ends.
In time, We all find an end.
With broken arms and hollow eyes,
await our return to oblivion.
Embrace our last empty horizon. Horizons
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