1. "Spill me"

my back so full of scrapes
the miles I've walked of waste
to fade and fall away against
numb my hunger to taste

what's the basis for change
excuses to feed my ego's rage
cling to my comfort to quench
content with my sadistic wretch
find every reason not to kill the halfway beast that steals my only peace
don't expect it to rest
until its home is a naturalistic nest

my back so full of scrapes (with another wound)
the miles I've walked of waste (with another scar)
to fade and fall away against (with another scratch)
numb my hunger to taste

but there is no coincidence
and there is no compromise

rise

close my grip on the floodgates and lean on the back of the covenant sealed in dreams
anticipate the backlash
uncountable grins fade to screams
doubt's an ocean away on a sea that my last mistake drowned unwillingly
I don't have the trust to float inside the waves that seek to spill me

rise

unrealistic ideals
promises I can't keep
I don't have those luxuries
and I don't have the time you do to sleep
and now it starts
and now it begins
I've waited too long for this
for your fear to interfere again

so now my vision's secured

2. "Rebuttal"

the innocence robbed at early stage
bitterness allies for the cage
pain gives birth to pain
and hope gets smudged with bloodstains
despise yourself to swell with pride and think your hatred will win the prize
I smell a change with horizons
a face in your path now gone
it's an attempt to deny
you'd better find an alibi
spit in the face of mercy and now the debt you owe will multiply

blame everyone but yourself while your so-called arguments tow the line
a two-fold edge of hate spills emotions that blind the public's eye
No claims to the life of a victim
offenses a list of lost freedoms
keep mocking
keep mocking
keep mocking to fill infectious lies
a bead of sweat drips cold from your brow and it's evident there's more to fear
here's a response to that message of spite that you've clung tightly to for all these years...

the season is ripe for payback (and the time is ripe for settlement)
the season is ripe for payback (and the hour is now for cancellation)
the season is ripe for payback (as you hear the voice of reason)
the season is ripe for payback (understand that your comments are not forgotten)

you don't want to face the fact that there's a debt to pay
blame everyone but yourself
but be careful what you ask for
you've got your wish
with judgment, with payback
liar

you've got a lot of nothing to say
you've got a lot of hate to spray
you've got a lot of nothing to say
yet your life is the meaning of temporary

3. "Pipedream"

downhill downtrodden left a slave
new day on the verge to find the gray
floors swing and slope downhill to bring
middle grounds set on wavering
two sides to flip and coax a blink
lying on the fence on the brink
dealt an empty hand
opposed to delete any bridge to stand

polarized this side

shades display this trade
off to buy halfway
games that bore my days
end of my phase today
I'm not willing to meet in the middle
end tragedy solve the riddle
and dissipate ideals of indecision
pipedreams like these will cease
and die unleashed
like my past
this phase removed replaced and now my

phases die this time
gray fades too late

unveiled my mask

what's right not balanced
you're tripped by intent to stretch
searches coerce a mesh but find no chance
to clench against facts still remain to refute the quest
I'll fight to remain unbalanced
if that equates to remaining stagnant
I'm no longer the same as the halfway days
no time delays

you wanted to know why I'm different
why I refuse to open my mind
cause that relative stance is inadequate
to fulfill what I need inside

many souls on the brink of collapse
inside the midst of so-called nightmares
so willing to embrace those pipedreams so lost and neglecting
their only real chance

so willing to hinge in the balance
your state is so desperate so blank so empty and left
with this notion that doesn't hold water or weight
it's dark or light so decide and face
(dark) so decide and face
(light) so decide and face

4. "Stalemate"

I've sought so hard to attain this gain
now watch me give this ground away
what can I do but admit I'm in over my head
colors fade from blue to dark red
backed into a corner by my choices
and I'm hearing those same dark voices
at the mercy of my desires
helpless trivial left with no defenses
stimulus response repeated failures
I'm sick, this sickness fills my senses
but despite my apparent loss I see release
this stalemate, my peace

your wilderness is
stalemate you can't move against me
stalemate the walls built around me

and as this theme continues to follow close behind I see
so clearly if I would only let go of my tendencies
then I'd know what it is to be free
I can't win when I indulge this fantasy
reduced as a pawn led to misery
"a little detour won't hurt let me change you slowly
a moments pleasure, but you'll owe me"
all encompassing defeat awaits the day I choose
to plunge and embrace this nightmare
but the night has an end and I see you
and you see me as the dawn of the one who's adopted my ailment
my sickness my stalemate reveals my blindness to my own condition

your wilderness is
stalemate you can't move against me
stalemate the walls built around me

I'll still run way from
six seconds of defeat six years of agony

I'm senseless erode my senses
to fill my days with indulgence
which leads to my undoing
I'll never look back
I'll never taste it again

5. "Run"

weakness numbing my brain
a lack of love for my life means more than the pain
so erase those weak commitments
no choice, no way I'm acquitted
you'd better build another cross to hang another life
my immeasurable gain is your loss
now run from the sights
disease infects the paths to birthrights

martyrs, not popular charts

consequence rules the sects of mine
hindsight throws your minds to past lives
death's all around me
but now I'd rather die than follow mediocrity
disown my flesh, no loopholes to gain
strain on my face sustained
devotion, not a false witness
wake up and smell the ashes

martyrs, not popular charts

run with the rest of the masses
I choose to stand

6. "Independence ?"

how does it feel to find yourself playing for the wrong team with the stakes so high
how does it feel to find yourself so blind to the sin you're hiding deep inside
turn your back on the obvious facts and watch the city gnash and burn on you
oblivious to your only way out and now the lifestyle's evidence too

independence runs rampant while fire awaits for burning flesh overflowing like sets
blind as the bats in the dark mindsets without hope of ever seeping through cracks
like a fool so proud of your arrogant mind
set of lusts unspeakable, continue to drool
and now so content
implement the tool

exchange for plagues
and given over to shame

your rainbow's a symbol
of a smile on your face unforgettable
you look to the skies and smirk while your choice proves completely regrettable
and lust fills the sleepless nights
thirty five and under the plight to sow invites
you'd better get to bed early
because the dawn's bringing light to melt the living penalty

and now you want to try to separate
independence from your bonded state

worship your created self with unnatural debased states of mind for fates erased
with no excuse for ignorance 'cause nature only proves His existence
uncleanness assumes the image that's reflecting the far away cry from creation
the signs of the times sign a contract providing your soul with destruction

and now you want to try to separate
independence from your bonded state

7. "Six Sirens"

and now I sit in thought as the plot of my days commences
and I'm left with fences
put off the thoughts of my end so long to race
to chase after the trends so fleeting

hours pass unsettled unresolved my passions
I scrape to win a new day to waste misaligned priorities
parallel my desires I hide my eyes to avoid embrace
I smell the stench unavoidable approach comes against
and yet I'm left asking the question
denied a way to defend
the thoughts that this side equates with what awaits
I'm rippin right through the masses,
sacrifice into ashes
giving up what was past tense,
raising up like Lazarus
I laughed at the strongman
who thought he had control a hold on my eternity
eternal is Christ empowers me
like the faith that builds my strength
is like your dreams that fade away
the battlefield we soldiers play
I dance with life beyond the grave

God knows that I will never rest my head no time for us to sleep
we concentrate on the son until our eyes bleed
salvation carries a cost we must prevail
death creeps like the breeze but have no fear
watch me inhale

(Temporary bliss) the depths await my burial
(Temporary bliss) as the hours seem as seconds
(Temporary bliss) the end of your bliss is coming
(Temporary bliss) face the path, sip the last

(embrace ends) every day a new day to die
(die time) the former life is passed
(blind side) I know what awaits my fate
(haste breath) unavoidable ceasing of days
(embrace ends) every day a new day to die
(die time) the former life is passed
(blind side) I know what awaits my fate
(haste breath) today's a good day to die
with the quickness equipped to bring the pain, enemies
the soldier rages on praying for casualties
in the distance I see a vision of my reflection life and death
intersection this holy spiritual intersection
say hello to my end and greet the fears that grip majority
nightmares removed bitterness none to spare
I pursue my fate with a lack of remorse
I stand resolute to embrace the course
confusion settles the mind mind settles for blasphemies
ignoring the call heart dwells inequities
let the praises on through
we worship God most high
face to face with the truth you know we're ready to die
reeling defenseless grieving and senseless
your powerless to avoid demise
left gaining on exit and straining to fight it
only your option is losing your life to find it

8. "Bleed Season"

trace the chalk and seize the day so
those old habits never pass away
commemerate the conception with
the children's debt the retribution
deaf to self and mute to mind to find
muddled wallowing nebulous blind
my crippled confidence chafed away
without the answers I'm cast astray

my cloud's so thick
I can barely think
so reveal to me
dead sight dead sight
trace the tree and the veil will flee me
and now I see with salty eyes
consistent tragedy persisting in me
disability my soul's demise
deaf to self and new to mine
muddled wallowing nebulous blind
my crippled confidence is chafed away
with the answers I'm pulled astray
the habits laced embrace me
with a cold, chaotic flinch
kiss of old deaths erase me
soft, subtle, inch by inch

upon my face I lie
mesmerized cauterized by the blemishes
frail bandages
without chance to change
desperate to rectify imperitive lest to die
imminent reality on pace down glanced closed-faced
consistent entrancement
staring into empty space with an open wound to clean
please cleanse me

is this my time to feel
is this my time to breathe
is this my time to bleed
change the season
I'll never live without you
I'll never see without you
I'll never change without you
true sight

9. "1 X 7"

one times seven equals heaven
traditions of creation of men
religion for the sake of religion
rituals the right of profession
clergies of ranks the files and lines brainwash the sect for the mentally blind
and now Babylon's got a new name for those modern disguises to hide the shame
it's a choice between God and man
undermined by the heretics hand
humanity's last ditch try to build a bridge to heaven with earthly lives

brace yourself
the saints die today
and protect yourself from the wrath

blinder leading the blinded
indulgence buys the sick minded
fallibility secures the fallacy
reinterpret the facts of history

doctrines a pile of yokes
salvation or collars to choke off the life with infinite ropes to climb
brainwashed to think your face is worth the time
arrogance rich with Sundays that pack the walls with some idols to spare
exalt and isolate acts to reject the faith that's born from the facts

fed with blank insides
(never mind the saints that died
your foundation's been undermined)

10. "When Darkness Reigns"

my failure is so evident
and I cannot hide the torment
face first to the earth
plagued by the earthly mindset
I cannot escape my basement
face first to the earth

hands around my neck
I'd might as well bow in shame
overmatched, outwitted
defeat is my only name
I believe everything you tell me
you've got me convinced I'm guilty
I'd better close my eyes and sleep
runaway 'cause tomorrow's a better day

but this is your hour when darkness reigns

when darkness reigns across the channels and mediums I feel the loss
face to face with the possible death of dreams
mental purity fades to the obscene
hence the search for another crutch
another void fill another cane to serve as much
and we'll mourn for death of the bother lost
and we'll toast to the death of another farce
have I lost the battle
but have I lost the war
do I have what it takes to endure the setbacks, ignore the scars

you'd have me adopt that suicide
you'd have me succumb without reply
but you forgot the thousand deaths I've died
you'd have me continue this pace
because you'd like me to join your race
but that grave will be nothing but an empty space
arise from the dead oh sleeper
prepare for the battle cry

'cause this is the hour when truth divides

when truth divides it's done
revive the sick the surge of blood
grab a torch and we'll light and burn
ignite offensives to claim the loss of sight
wipe the sleep from your eyes
release the fate of soul demise
and it's clear for you to understand the smoke will clear and fill the land
and now the claims are made
downcast eyes accompany shame
the chaos amassed against will redirect to find a home anew
to face the depths

you've lost my enemy
now taste defeat
now taste your own saliva
'cause you'll never quench the heat

arise from the dead and wake

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The pain that has become me I cannot free. And I only see that I am incapable of the freedom my soul needs. The power that grips me runs thick through generations and I'm left with the pieces that will not fit. And everyone walking by doesn't seem to have the time to notice. They choose not to see the pain that they know too well. It's easier to run and hide behind the cares of every day life and not come to grips with it. And the pain that is me is them as well. They just keep walking, but I can't. This root won't go away. So there is only one place that I can turn and only one face to see. And it's not me. And it's not you. So don't try to think that you can make it on your own because that pipedream died a long time ago. This life with its cares will end and we'll see if those that kept walking died walking. Religion can't save me but knowing Him can.

I'll turn with all I have to accept my need. My need is painful but the only reality worth embracing. My need is your need. Don't say that we are different. Don't claim that you can't see because I see you and you see me. And this love is the only thing that will set us free. You can call it harsh or too honest but no one ever said that the truth was easy. Now watch my pain become my strength and see that this walk is not all you thought it would be.
The stereotypes of this way no longer seem to have weigth. You're alone. This side is the only one that can save you. Watch this repentance become salvation and the only way to see.