FLESHBORE LYRICS

1. Momentum (Intro)

At night
Mappings of future desire keeping you awake
Far underneath, rock and dirt lays you and all your fate
So rise, set sail in the sun
Let reason behind every wave that drifts you away

Moments left wondering,
Can be the momentum that gets you there
Days past will cling like a shadow
To every step of this road
You must search for your true sunlight
Create it all on your own

I am becoming the engineer, the creator of my structures mold

The captain on this organic ship of flesh, blood and bone.

We sink low to hurt least when we fall
Never think those who fly high stand tallest
If you're scared to touch the sun
It's much safer on the ground for most
Get up, get out
From this daze and blank stare
Moments left wondering can be the momentum that gets you there

You must search for your true sunlight

Create it all on your own

The division between honesty and fulfillment is you and yourself alone
We fly low to hurt least when we fall
But never think those who fly high stand tall

I am becoming the engineer, the creator
We fly low to hurt least when we fall
But never think those who fly high stand tall
I am becoming the engineer, the creator
I am becoming the engineer, the creator of my structures mold
The captain on this organic ship

2. Careless Preacher

We fear the truth, closing upon us
Now see the paths seeded, seeded and then split in two
Individualism leaving this earth, we are hearing no resistance

Trying hard listening to the wind chill never change
Will you let this contact reach?
Or will it slowly decay your originality?

They are not stalled with regression
The Chameleon King so impressive, so impressive when he lays his impressions

Deep continuation and growing matters thickening
Underneath Careless Preacher, preaching away

So many layers built, we have lost the entirety of the meaningful intentions for humanity

We set forth,
Living day to day forgetting
Preaching far past the sun setting in on our self manipulated consequences

Do you really think you are the elite?
Squalling words you never properly learned, just a mimic of the herd.
You watch, and now, repeat it.
The preachings of the endowed, the immorality.
It's circling a repetition
Gathering all the sheep and choir "Let's all join and sing in key now"

Blending into your environment, anything to fit in
Fueled by deception, the machine is driven down the path of lies and crimes
Knives in the backs of mankind as a whole, cross friendly lines at the cost of your soul

Do you think you are the elite?
Squalling words you never properly learned,
Just heard and started repeating: "Let's all join, sing in key"

Repeating the preachings of the endowed, the immorality.
It's circling a repetition and gathering all of the sheep and the choir
Let's all join and sing in key now!

Now, see the paths!
Needed, come as one
Our legs leave this place
Do you hear that resistance?
Feeling this wind in change, don't listen to their ways

They stall us with regression, the Chameleon King so impressive

Lay impressions

Your obsession is not a healthy one
The sound of your voice on your own ear drum
The feeling of air slithering past your tongue is a stimulation deemed pleasing.

Repeating the preachings of the endowed, the immorality.
It's circling a repetition
Gathering all the sheep and choir
Let's all join and sing in key

The entire ensemble chanting along in unison, singing the Chameleon King's song
Banding together to justify their devious ways with a misunderstanding of all the words they say

The question arises again:
Do you think you really are elite?
Squalling words you never learned,
Just heard and started repeating "Let's all join, and sing in key."

3. Cynicism

Sense a condition emerging a change in personality
Routine thoughts begin to be replaced by a growing change in my demeanor

Previous thoughts of positivity
A once familiar set of disposition is starting to fade away from me
And become replaced with a new set of disposition in which I live
With feelings of bitter fruition

Cynical thoughts begin to unfold
Molding me into a new person
I have now formed a new perspective that's driven to criticize
Roaming through life on a cynical tangent
Always finding faults around me
This way of life is eating at me
With every passing day I feel myself deteriorating

I can start to feel resentment
From the ones who have stayed close around me
They're observing my own descent
And are starting to keep a distance from me
But I also feel resentment towards myself, this removed being I've become
Is this the way it shall now be?
A callous soul, trapped in their misery?

Cold days waste away
As I grow astray
Cold days waste away
I still feel the same as I grow astray
Cold days waste away
As I grow astray

Cynical thoughts begin to unfold
My mind falters, losing its grip of all positivity surrounding me,
I feel the need to quit
My mind has grown so tired from years of dealing with this
I accept my home in the bottomless pit

4. The Scourge

Waves from the never ending flame
Feeling the scourge against my skin
Now resistant to this burn
The town on fire
I go running straight back in

Is it to save the children?
Or to save the love?
One shall go unnoticed, and the other surely to erode
To save the children
To save the love

Can this be it?
Can this be?
Not tonight...
This can be it?
This could be...
Not tomorrow

Daylight cracks the sky as the night slowly dissolves into the mending,
I wish too
This massacre will be softly blended into forgiveness
Just one immaculate portrait

Of blood and pastels
Smeared across the canvas of the years
An original peace for peace of tears.

Darkness arrives again in the distance
And the sun suffers through all this cloudy punishment
We the gods are a fickle tic unrepentant
Do you have the stomach to digest any of this?

Waves from the never ending flame
Feeling the scourge against my skin
Now resistant to this burn
The town on fire
I go running straight back in

Today... can this be it?
I go running back in
To save the children?
To save the love?

A creature standing in this shadow's past
A monster as it dwells on our secrets back
One reaches in hoping to pull this dagger out, but the damage is severe
The wound will not begin to heal and won’t disappear.

The darkness draws near no longer distant, cloudier than any days envisioned.
No hope for offspring to realize full potential when the only offering for upbringing is the hellhole called Earth.

We are all the captain of our own ship, but what's the point of going against the current of destiny?
The waters don't flow, winds have seized to blow and the fuel tank is empty

Do you have the stomach to digest any of this?
And the sun suffers through all this cloudy punishment
We the gods are a fickle tic unrepentant
Do you have the stomach to digest any of this?

The scourge is to save the children?

Or to save the love?
One shall go unnoticed, and the other surely to erode

5. Embers Gathering

New light?
Gaze upon an opening.
It has returned from the nightfall.
Winters turning, flurry through the chilled air
Preparation for the Embers Gathering, ever so closely

New light?
Gaze upon an opening.
It has returned from the nightfall.
Preparation for the Embers gathering, ever
Ever so closely.
New light?
Gaze upon re-entry.
As the day traces me out now
Our sun's beams melts the snow beneath
I will bask in the fire, the fire that is me

New light?
Gaze upon an opening.
I have returned from the darkness.

Winters end, turning it's flurry through the chilled air

Preparing and welcoming, our sun's beams quickly melts the snow beneath
Now I will burn, in the fire that is me

New light?
Gaze upon re-entry.
I have returned from the darkness

Those who do as they wish, ones who do what they're told

The voice is the seed, our actions start to grow

The fabricated waters begin to flow
Rooted like the lies within you
Will I become a mighty red wood
Or am I destined just to mold?

A riveting exposure, our very own inert
Questing for the longing, coming back even shorter
Attempt to fortify and render as it rusts,
Left where we belong, a place you can't find us

Those...
Those who seed are the ones that will always grow
Will I become a mighty red wood or will I mold?
Winters cold begins it's phase, starts to warm
While we watch all these Embers Gathering

Those who seed are the ones that grow
Will I become a mighty redwood or will I mold?

A riveting exposure, our very own inert
Questing for the longing, coming back even shorter
Attempt to fortify and render as it rusts,
Left where we belong, a place you can't find us

New light?
Gaze upon an opening.
It has returned from the nightfall.
Winters turning, flurry through the chilled air
Preparation for the Embers Gathering, ever so closely

New light?
Gaze upon an opening.
It has returned from the nightfall.
Preparation for the Embers gathering, ever
Ever so closely.

6. Revivified

Revivify
A gracious time to hold a crystal full of spirits
Now gather around familiar flame and tale

Wounded,
But not out for good and slowly inching towards the light
Deserted to dwell in this cave
A warrior and I will not give up this fight
Pain is created within yourself
A lesson exponentially hard to learn through trust.

Here
Waiting for blood to flow in my feet
I must try again
Waited all these years to find
I'm the first to be too late

So stand by now or stand down
Watch me open up and tear out
Drawing near to the closing
I am hopefully beginning to understand
Stand by or stand down
Open up and tear out

A gracious time to hold a crystal full of spirits
Now gather around familiar flames and tale

Something of value alas
Thousands of days, millions of seconds have past
But now I'm worth it
Before, I never deserved and from the pus I awoke
Given a name with no direction.
Given a name with no direction

Stitching my own wounds shut
A needle, just I alone
This must help
Recover all the ground lost
Now in strife, endure this blood loss

What does and has not killed me
Smolders and makes me stronger
Endless lessons learned in the toughest ways
Skin like stone continues to harden
Time to wash the dirt from these hands
And feel clean again
Time to wash the dirt from these hands
And feel clean again

Revivify
Stand by or stand down

Wounded,

But not out for good and slowly inching towards the light
Deserted to dwell in this cave
A warrior and I will not give up this fight
Pain is created within yourself
A lesson exponentially hard to learn through trust.
Here waiting for blood
To flow in my feet
I must try again
Waited all these years to find
I'm the first to be too late

Wounded, not killed
Injured en route to the destination,
We keep pushing
Far beyond the realm of complacency
We were made to be so much more than you allow your eyes to see.

7. One Thousand Hands

Sift through the eyes to determine the design of the terror in the night, a gaze

As One Thousand Hands pull you in
Vague enlightened feelings
In the darkness softly dreaming
It's overwhelming, now infatuating, such distinct meaning, but I will not devour at its will.

Now awaiting this journey, legs aren't steady
Am I ready?

These One Thousand Hands are pulling me in, a shadowing stature

Familiar places I've never been
This is a code I must decipher again

Imposters and their malicious intentions

This is a code I must decipher again, imposters and their malicious intentions

Who even knows what they are wanting from me?
Far from safe, feeling the need to flee
Now I can feel them and it is in the air
I can feel their presence even when they're not here

My eyes emulate morose fabrications

Cunning like a nightmare, one just for the books
All of ones hate and fear wrapped up in a suit of skin
Now walks along, side by side with you and I

Running jagged fingers down what's left of my spine
Feeling all around me and now
I can't open my eyes

Who even knows what they are wanting from me?
Feeling far from safe, feeling a need to flee
Now I can feel them and it is in the air
I can feel their presence when they are not here...

They're entering from the front of my dreams
Just a walk in the door without the slightest welcome

Making their way into my darkened room
Try not make a sound and lose my breath too soon

I can't move a muscle, and they're wanting their way
I can't budge from this icy grip upon me

Emerging from the cracks, a vile beast
My creation
Hunger for self-destruction and a thirst for manipulation

Made of smog and flame, and now it's approaching
Draws its claws and fangs
Enters my living dream

Emerging from the cracks, a vile beast
My creation
Hunger for self-destruction and a thirst for manipulation

Made of smog and flame, and now it's approaching
Draws its claws and it's fangs
Enters my living dream

It's now
It's now me
It's now
It's now me!

Sift through the eyes to determine that the design of the terror in the night, a gaze

As One Thousand Hands pull you in
Now awaiting this journey, legs aren't steady
Am I ready?

These one thousand hands are pulling me in, a shadowing stature

Familiar places
I've never been
This is a code
I must decipher again

Running jagged fingers down what's left of my spine
Feeling all around me and now,
I can't open my eyes
Open my eyes
Running jagged fingers down what's left of my spine and now
I can't open my eyes
But I will not devour at its will.







FLESHBORE LYRICS