BYZANTINE LYRICS

1. Hatfield

Help I've been detained
By these mountains that so poorly raised me
Burned out huffing gasoline
The redneck that I'm spose to be
Fuck that I'm stronger than my history
In pesticide I hide
These West Virginia hills can't sedate me

Kill your family tree, this soil is diseased

My will is broken
The black lungs have swallowed me
Viva Villa Long live the picket line in me
You want a war you've got one
You want a state with poverty
Remember 1882 because there is no excuse

Excuses are just tools of incompetence
Used to build monuments of nothingness
And those who specialize in the uses
Seldom achieve anything

Excuses are just tools of incompetence
Used to build monuments of nothingness
And those who specialize in the uses
Seldom achieve anything but excuses

2. Stick Figure

Welcome to the skin you wear again
The weeping wounds you try to amend
Liar screaming hollow amens
Your conscience disappears each time you sin
New life is a possibility
No one is here to see you bow to me
Throw up your hands to the skies
And welcome the new lords of your demise

On your fear we feed
And this is the way we bleed

No love just hate my fist your face
The tears they pave my indoctrination
Your knees the pain it comes in waves
You can't be saved because I am the way
[x2]

Lie to my face not my back
I'm not a stick figure
Pray to my face on your back
Three-Dimensional figure

On your fear we feed
And this is the way we bleed

3. Stoning Judas

I break your bones for the lord today
No physical demons to purge or crucify
Your holy bible just gets in the way
So stoning your Judas will free your pain

I feel so cut of from this godless word

There is no faith in your eyes
This is the one thing I despise

So gnash your teeth into the flesh today
No fallen angels to call or classify
The spirit of Judas lives in everyone
Our cross to bear is the weight of your own

There is no faith in your eyes
This is the one thing I despise

I feel so cut of from this godless word

There is no faith in your eyes
This is the one thing I despise

I feel so guilty for this whore

4. My New Casket

I'm not dead or alive
My thoughts clouded in pristine
A static web internecine
The cutting edge of a lie
Will only furrow the dreams
Solders the soul together clean

The poison enters the vein
It's woven into the stream
My new casket is lined with screams

I'm not dead or alive
My thoughts clouded in pristine
A static web internecine
The cutting edge of a lie
Will only furrow the dreams
Solders the soul together clean

The poison enters the vein
It's woven into the stream
My new casket is lined with screams

I'm never going to die cause my world is built on lies
Burned it all
Watched it fall
No election inside these walls

Breaking down again
Barricade forms within
Tearfully rejoicing
Finally the sun will see it's end

The poison enters the vein
It's woven into the stream
My new casket is lined with screams

Burned it all
Watched it fall
No election inside these walls

5. Sin Remover

A rumble in distance mechanical whine
So our lights can shine scrape off the epidermis
Robbing pillars equivalent to graves
Tear down the walls faces ripped from their jaws
Black damp inhalers
We incarcerate ourselves in clay filled veins
The hollow drain which echoes our pain
Their is no sweeter sound
Than the song of a dead canary

Sin Remover [X2]

Burn away slag
We bare silicosis the fruits of our perseverance
Bleeder entries are packed with intestines
Holds back the dream till its discharges like a gun

Sin Remover [X2]
I am the Zion.....[X3]

Extract our blood
We bleed of black
Reclamation shapes the face to a graven image

See the lines
We mend our seams
As days go by
On wounded knees I see you pray for me

6. Slipping On Noise

Condensed debris compressed into a world
Circling star cutting a path of disease
Serrating our future
Evolution disguised
Light years isolate our faces
A sentiment resounding through space
A malignant beacon flickering away
The universal pedigree of hate

An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
We circle in silence
A magnet for violence

Our legacy a ballistic test
Of minute impact on the face of existence
Projecting polluted screams to the billions
Recieving the deserved magnificent silence
We are the fundamental components
of our destruction
Nails raked down on the chalkboard
of universal dysfunction

An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
We circle in silence
A magnet for violence

An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
We circle in silence
A magnet for violence

So are we ready for a showdown
As your world is ripped out of its ellipsis
There is no finer flesh to fall
Than the skin that drapes our empty souls
Motionless a perfect diseasse
Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be
Genetically we are suppressed into reliving
Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out

7. Kill Chain

I live to disrput,
I live to destroy
Now I target the boiling point so few employ
Silence is deadly so pin back your ears
Cause the axis has shifted
It has been so for years

Initiate, the kill chain
Deviate, my life's terrain
Terminate. by kill chain
The sould is the ground that the angels bleed for

If we are inciting war again, we've got to stay strong
If we are deciding war again, we cannot be long
We are here, and it's no mistake
We've got to burn this ground, it's time to detonate
Save our fears because their is no escape
And we won't last long

So far enraged
Victim found, fixed, engaged
On this life's simple call
I'm a target to all
This battle is made
With the micro management
Of serpents for all
We don't rise just to fall

Initiate, the kill chain
Deviate, my life's terrain
Terminate. by kill chain
The sould is the ground that the angels bleed for

If we are inciting war again, we've got to stay strong
If we are deciding war again, we cannot be long
We are here, and it's no mistake
We've got to burn this ground, it's time to detonate
Save our fears because their is no escape
And we won't last long

If we are inciting war again, we've got to stay strong
If we are deciding war again, we cannot be long
We are here, and it's no mistake
We've got to burn this ground, it's time to detonate
Save our fears because their is no escape
And we won't last long

8. The Devil's Arithmetic

The Devil's Arithmetic
I....I am your God
Outkast the sun
Science exact
Arrange my DNA recombinant
To form complete authority

Eyeless your father's led you
Shameless like sows they fed you
Cattle I penetrate your field
I desecrate you whole

My own devilization turns inside
The wick burns slowl against the side
Magnify the anomaly by nourishing
The hemorrhage of the soul

Adapt to my enviroment
On passive wills I will anneal
Your flesh is waht I mould upon
In time you will conform to the feel
Hammer upon my implement
To supplement my suffering
In time like any parasite
Discrard the host after the vile feasting

I saw God in you
A fake God in you

9. Brundlefly

Genus specialized
Could the unthinkable to alive
Double helix split into two
My soulless metamorphosis has begun
Intake liquefied
Solids have no home to putrefy
Gravity lost it's hold on me

Now my heart palpates inside
All my organs discarded
I found a better place to hide
Inside compound eyes now gestated

Humans molecule
Decimation spearheaded by the proboscis
My soul is alive
Broken down reformed Gregor Samsa
Reflex intensified
I was once a man but the dream died
Gravity lost it's hold on me

As the wings push through my sides
All my organs interred
All my skin now falls aside
Seen from compound eyes now pupated

SIlence
Silence all humans composition
Silence
Strength immeasurable by design
Violence
Erupting on a molecular scale
Violence
Silence...
Violence

10. The Filfth Of Our Underlings

The filth of our underlings
Shall never nourish me completely

Our knowledge is bending our brainwaves congealing
Force feed thge piety that humans are bleeding
Silk purse from a sows ear is what I'm knitting Nourishing off the fat of our rendering

Hail to our underlings
Our destinies embraced
Surrender unto our abysmal weight
Toiling away
Collapsing into a servile state

Mouth of komodo shall harbour our healing
Poisons the serum as our sores are revealing

Hang nerves to dry to dampen the feeling
Rendering for self-symbiotic feeding

Hail to our underlings
Who knows not to fight
Peel back the scabs to blind them all with light

The filth of our underings
Shall never nourish me completely







BYZANTINE LYRICS