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1. The Great Gift Of The World

If it all went away tomorrow
Would there be anything worthy of the salvage
Or would the world be swallowed by the sea
A blissful silence in return of harmony
And would there be any need for possession
Cultured regret
The lost of progress
The passing of the flesh
Marrow to market
Burn for the treasure
But remember the children who won't have it any better than this
What has been left for them
Where there once was hope
Now there is only pain
The great gift of the world

Have you felt the hope leave you?
The guiding light
It recedes as fast all
Dark days
They welcome you into a body
Beaten and raw

So polluted and vile
Broken dreams and fractured minds
Twisted tongues
Swallow the blood back
They swallow the light

We drink of the wine
And eat of the bread
But we're starving
Undeserving of death

No, we will not find heaven
We will not find our place
We will not find the light
We will not find our way
Where there once was hope
Now there is only pain
The great gift of the world

In life
It rots a man from the inside
In death
We escape an existence in vain

And in time
Where could we hide
When the soul is the cancer
It consumes
It yearns for more
Conditioned to thrive in the slaughter
Our sons and daughters will mourn for the martyrs we betrayed

A murderer's mind
A murderer's hands

Cursed
I walk with man
Covered in the blood
The blood of the lamb

Now you see the hope leave you
Was the guiding light ever there at all?
Or were the flames
The bellows of hell
The calling for the desperate
The symbol of the fall

No, we will not find heaven
We will not find our place
We will not find the light
We will not find our way
Where there once was hope
Now there is only pain
The great gift of the world

2. Still We Destroy

[feat. CJ McMahon of Thy Art Is Murder]

I am human
I am horror
I am the creator and the destroyer
A black cloud of corrosive breath
I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death

Relentless in our pride of never-ending faults
We make the oceans rise and turn cities into salt

No time to care about the cost of living
Civilized suicide
No exoneration
This is our home yet still we destroy

On a warpath we will never return
And we are never coming back
Victims of a repetitive past
Our future was never meant to last

I am human
I am horror
I am the creator and the destroyer
A black cloud of corrosive breath
I am the giver, the taker, the messenger of death

Bright blood red
The eyes of man
Writhing in sickness
Speaking in whispers
Bright blood red
The eyes of man
Swimming in sadness
Slow and silent killers

We were born with death upon our backs
Playing god will never be enough
We want the heaven without the hell
But the devil knows better than us
He'll just let us destroy ourselves

Smoke of the sun
Let the rain fall as ash
We were born into this world with death upon our backs
We were born with death upon our backs
We were born with death, with death upon our backs

3. Thank You Budd Dwyer

[feat. Nate Rebolledo of XIBALBA]

How the fuck did it come to this?
What makes an honest man hate this town?
Last letters lost in the abyss
Just a spark without a sound
What are we left with in the end?
Poverty and no self worth
Bleeding for a shed of redemption
As the hate turns to hurt

And all we love
And all the purest things we hold dear
Will turn to dust an disappear

Sins of our forefathers
Cast down to the sons
Pave the way for victims and villains
Fractured by fraud
Governed by none
Do you feel save?
Do you feel free?
Do you feel discarded by a two-faced society?

The system is dead
Gun to my head
I've got the way out

What are we left with in the end?
Poverty and no self worth
Bleeding for a shed of redemption
As the hate turns to hurt

And all we love
And all the purest things we hold dear
Will turn to dust an disappear

Sins of our forefathers
Cast down to the sons
Pave the way for victims and villains
Fractured by fraud
Governed by none
Do you feel save?
Do you feel free?

Hang a flag half-mast for me
If it makes you feel better, but know

The system is dead
Gun to my head
I've got the way out

So watch and learn you fucking coward
This will hurt someone

4. Do You See Him

For shepherds we shall be
Leaders and liars cultivating the weak
Numb and trembling, hand in hand
Cowards we walk in shame
Bound to possessions like a noose on our throats
We deserve to choke upon the ash and sand
Sink the structures of a modern wasteland
Ripe with propaganda and prejudice
The failed mechanics of man
We play the part
The dawn of the hollow heart
Sick, sad world
No one can save us
Let it all drown in a river of blood
For shepherds we shall be
Leaders and liars cultivating the weak
Numb and trembling, hand in hand
Cowards we walk in shame
Bound to possessions like a noose on our throats
We deserve to choke
And maybe I'm a cynic
But its just too clear
And maybe I'm a monster
But I refuse to live in fear of a world that hates me
I wish it would all just disappear
Though I may bear the burden
We all share the shame
Together we fail
We all fan the flamesWe all wear the mask
We all know his name
Do you see him?
He walks as one with you
Do you see the Devil inside of you?
Do you see him?
He stands in step with you
Do you see the Devil inside of you?
Do you see him?

5. Tremors

Mountains of bones
Piled high for the picking
Lift our skin to the sky
The tremors won’t end
This is just the beginning
Unwanted fruit of the harvest
Stillborn and barely living
The cries of the abandoned
Stuck between the teeth
A life so fucking sickening
I watched them burn alive in front of me
I watched them take my life out from under me
For nothing
We are nothing
An iron furnace
Filled with ashes of our once great aspirations
This is not what we’re meant to be
Scarred and blinded
My eyes have seen all they can see
Born with burden
Place the blame on destiny
Shattered cemented hearts
Sink like stones
Swept through the currents
They wander through the mountains of bones
I watched them burn alive in front of me
I watched them take my life out from under me
For nothing
We are nothing
Hellbound
Take down narrow paths
An atlas crafted by desperate hands
Never revel in the glory of our past
Those lost direction
Mountains of bones
Piled high for the picking
Lift our skin to the sky
The tremors won’t end
This is just the beginning
Unwanted fruit of the harvest
Stillborn and barely living
The cries of the abandoned
Stuck between the teeth
A life so fucking sickening

The tremors won’t end
Dilated eyes
In hospital beds
Filled with dead dreams
And dead friends
Take me away from this life
So fucking sickening
The tremors won’t end
The tremors won’t end

6. Dead In The Dirt

Dead in the dirt
leave me be

Now I breathe the air
that the demons breathe
And they sing to me
So don't pull me up
From the bottom
The filth
I need to stay
I've been to the surface
Oh, and its just pushed me away
Further from grace
What a disgusting fucking place
We've carved into the landscape
Stuffed with disease and decay
Bleeding out as clear as day
Hell has it's hooks in me

So bury me in the back of the forest
Down in the mud
I'll find my peace
Just bury me in the back of the forest
And don't ever come looking for me
I'll find my peace
Hell has it's hooks in me

Dead in the dirt
Leave me be

Now I breathe the air
that the demons breathe
And they sing to me
So don't pull me up
From the bottom
The filth
I need to stay
I've been to the surface
Oh, and its just pushed me away

So bury me in the back of the forest
Down in the mud
I'll find my peace
Just bury me in the back of the forest
And don't ever come looking for me
Hell has it's hooks in me

7. There Is Nothing Here Worth Keeping

[feat. Brook Reeves of Impending Doom]

Show them violence

There is torment
Behind every smiling face
Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race
Pennies in fountains
Beneath the holy mountains
Still water in the basins of sick floating faces

Ignorance is not bliss
It's just the burden we drag
The march of the blind
Get in line
Under the shadow of a flag
Once a symbol of hope
Now a tool for tyrants
Bound by the ropes
Once reserved for the violent

Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings
Complacent in defeat
Numb to the feeling
Stringing memories together
As if they had meaning
There is nothing here worth keeping

There is torment
Behind every smiling face
Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race

Look at the world through the eyes of a man
Who won't stand for the shit he's been given
Who is intimidated by religion
Or the fucking television
And it's distorted vision
Or a life that defines the need for violence

Show them the violence
Drag them through the streets
Act in violence
Show them the violence
Drag them through the streets

Ignorance is not bliss
It's just the burden we drag
The march of the blind
Get in line
Under the shadow of a flag
Once a symbol of hope
Now a tool for tyrants
Bound by the ropes
Once reserved for the violent

Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings
Complacent in defeat
Numb to the feeling
Stringing memories together
As if they had meaning
There is nothing here worth keeping

We walk on
Steady towards the sun
Unhappy with our lives
And all that we have done
So I will see you
On the other side of the night
Waiting for silence
To bring an end to this life

8. Mother Of The Year

This is the bottom of the barrel
Love and pain become one and the same
The gift of life
The curse of death
They pay for their lives with their bones and their flesh
Dreams lie like diamond rings
Babies and all the pretty things
And like it always does
The bad just gets worse

Hold them close
Between the worlds
There is sorrow in the sky
I hope it haunts you
Until the day you die
Scream their names into the sky
An innocent soul
We say goodbye
And carve their names into the rock
An innocent heart that world forgot

Show me your true face
Show me how ugly you really are
Mother inferior

Lost voices in fields of ghostly silhouettes
Whispering the words of hell
Ever so softly in the ears of the children
Sending them to sleep in their cradles of ice

Show me your true face
Show me how ugly you really are
Mother inferior

I hope it haunts you
Until the day that you die
The whispers of the children in their cradles of ice

9. Children Of The Corn Syrup

[feat. Vincent Bennett of The Acacia Strain]

Human nature is the enemy

Reaper in tow
Sickle in hand
No gardens will grow
On squandered land

We are all dead growth
Reaping all that we have sown
Rooted in your youth
Buried with bones
The secrets they keep
Seep through the cracks in our homes
Here lies your mother

Born of this soil
Once famous for her beauty
Let a rotting corpse
Here lies our father
Born of this oil
Forged in the flames
We burn with no remorse

Instincts
Of the selfish
To pillage
Nothing left to salvage
Architects of destruction
Instincts
Of the foolish
To follow
Liars as they ravage
The fruits of a fallen nation

American desolation

We only shit where we eat
Licking the plate clean
Such a modern convenience
A four course meal
For anyone not listening
Romantic dinners for two
The parasites and you

Human nature is the enemy

Reaper in tow
Sickle in hand
No gardens will grow
On squandered land

We are all dead growth
Reaping what we have sown
Rooted in your youth
Buried with bones
The secrets they keep
Seep through the cracks in our homes
Disgusting fucking human appetite
Cultivating the lands of desolation

Disgusting fucking human appetite
Fear the end of your exploitations

10. The Travelers

[feat. Danny Leal of Upon A Burning Body]

I saw the sun rise for the the last time
I watched it leave the Earth and leave us all behind
All the poor children
Will ever know
The strength of their innocence
How quickly it goes

God's special little creatures
Could they have saved us from your poorly plotted arrogance?

Now they inherit the land
The blackest of all plagues
No one will visit their graves
Not even dirt can be saved

Is it so foolish to think
That we don't all sink to the same place?

And to the travelers I ask
Will you show me hell?

Have you met the devil?
I want to meet him, too
I want to ask him about God
Why he's abandoned you
Why he's left me alone
With nothing left to love
Why he's taken the world from us
While he hides above
And travelers say:

Son
Are you so blind you cannot see?
What little from the world
can you offer me?
What's even left to take?
What kind of argument can you make?
What are you really trying to save?
Because all I see is a world in decay
I wish the cold would break
But the winds keep coming
To draw back the light
The dead weep for the world tonight

And I see him now
As the sun sets for the last time
A reflection of my broken self
Burning the lake of fire
We all carry our demons
And we make this world our hell

This world is our hell
The dead weep for the world tonight







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