INKED IN BLOOD LYRICS

1. Dead Men Rule Nothing

Your altars will fall.
Your sacrifices; innocent bloodshed.
Your bloodguilt will haunt you.
Their faces will plague your memory.
Justice - your judgment will be swift.
Consume - all that your arrogance wills.
Raping - your lust has only grown.
Frozen - your heart is void of all that could be love.
Your robes stained with the blood of the innocent poor.
Widows and orphans with faces of scarlet know you by your true name.
Your scales will be broken and your iron yoke will fall from their necks.
And all your lofty towers will fall in your shame.
"The mighty man will become a tinder and his works a spark;
Both will burn together with nothing to quench the flame."
You own nothing - your days are numbered.
You rule nothing - the grave awaits your fall.

2. Moments And Possibilities

To be blessed with the curse of self-awareness?
And to live in the joy of paradox and mystery.
We won't be forgotten.
To live, to die, to be reborn.
(This is possibility - it is ours for the taking)
This is our night - these are our lives.
Expression breeds revelation for those who live in the moment.

3. The Silence Terrifies Us

We can't stand the sound of our own voices.
We are addicted to distracting ourselves
Anything to keep our minds from becoming still.
What humanity truly fears is hidden in our insignificance.
Our pride won't save us from this discovery.
Where our minds end remains existence.
The blood of these questions will spill outside of our fortresses.
Desperation is the blade we use to kill, and we kill the silence
To pacify ourselves to the point of self-denial.
Terror comes when our egos reach their end
And we are faced with the problem of existence.
I won't believe that this is happening; but there is no coincidence for me to rely on.
With the silence comes awareness - with the silence comes the fear.
Your heart of stone.
Give me my fix: for I can't stand the silence, the terror drives me mad,
For I won't face the questions, this problem of existence.

4. The New Empiricism

In this age of fragmentation, selves suffer from atomism; and all horizons melt away.
We pay homage to systems and lies that would steal our value, our nature and what we share.
This new empiricism is oppression.
My potential will not be stifled - emptied out or reduced by the limits of your perception.
For I am more than you could dream.
Breathe understanding; just close your eyes.
Sense and meaning hang in the balance of life as dialogue.
When iron sharpens iron isolation is the enemy.
Reality is no one's for it belongs to us all.

5. Where The Enemy Sleeps

Draw your blade and strike - for in this war all are forced to choose a side.
None will the truth discerned; our heroes fall yet we only keep marching.
Seek out your foe and leave them dead in their sleep.
Show them no mercy; they have not the right of transformation.
And if you stray too far from the path you'll be counted among the dead.
Ashes.
For we consider them dead who can't already see the truth - after all this is war.
Their value was lost once their minds willed to stand.
Burning ashes.
Awake Vesuvius - leave us forever changed or leave us forever in ashes.
This pain we bear - must we still forge our weapons?
This pain we bear - when will we lay down our weapons?
Curse the priests then preach of revolution; dressed in apocalyptic robes.
Smile acceptance and extend your hand; while the other grabs for stones.
Self-righteousness can take on many forms but the only end is to condemn.
Reification is devolution - enlightenment is dominance.
Denial of transformation.
Rejected, despised - you are the pearl of creation.
Rejected, despised - I am the pearl of creation.
Rejected, despised - we are the pearl of creation.
We're not just faces and names - we're flesh covered in flames.







INKED IN BLOOD LYRICS