INKED IN BLOOD LYRICS

1. All That Remains...

All that remains.
Tonight is everything, we will be created.
All those before us left a legacy, a treasure - forged from their lives.
Now in our keeping, this battle waging, the light fading from our eyes.
All that we fought for, all that we fought for is on the line.
Can you see the burning on all sides?
What we have now could be taken.
What we have shared could be stolen.
All we have left could be gone.
Revive the hope that we have found something worth protecting.
What would you be to keep what you've become?
Would you stand up at any cost?
Were my bones broken, I would keep fighting.
Were my life taken, it would not be in vain.
Dream of beauty, dream of passion, find the truth that we are more than what they say.
We are more than what they say.
Dream of beauty, dream of passion, find the truth that we are more than what they say.
All that remains.

2. Hoping To Dream & Never Return

Every step I take in this world seems to sink - as if I'm sleepwalking.
And the light I see is fading.
To concede my defeat would be bliss to me.
My vision begins to fade; a tunnel around my sight.
The future seems so improbable.
If only I could run faster than these demons.
If only I could fly faster than these lies.
I keep closing my eyes hoping to dream and never return.
To slit my wrists and spill my blood would sing the sweet song of oblivion.
These leeches that come to me at night - these sirens softly singing almost have me swimming.
These phantoms that whisper to me; their breath - so cold, their voices so loud.
The ties that bind - would steal the breath from me.
The ties that bind - begging me to sleep.
Yet I choose to live and reject this demise.
For hope remains where there is life.
My life - this day, has almost claimed me - yet tonight....
Tonight I am alive.
All it would take is a word, a single loving word from you and I would have the strength to overcome the walls that I have built up against myself.

3. Lest I Sleep The Sleep Of Death

Your prey...
Your seeking me.
Your blade...
Sharpened to kill.
To swim in the ocean of hate burns my skin at the touch; it makes me mindless with pain.
I feel you focus your eyes on me.
And I can feel the arrows of your intentions piercing my heart.
You wear your blinders of bitterness yet you would wield the scales and you wield the sword.
And I know I am outnumbered, and that my enemies are near.
If I knew I was alone I could not bear this task of enduring.
I must hold fast to the promise that my beloved made to me.
I must remember our bonds of trust to each other.
I cannot remains without you, without you (all) my life is lost.

4. Fall From Your Eyes

Rise...
(This is a new morning).
Legions of tears fall from your eyes that have swelled shut.
Assassins come armed with the enmity that kills us.
Your sword - drawn for me.
Your cloak - pulled to conceal the truth from my eyes.
The lies - blood on our hands.
Wars waged - is there hope of peace?
I once called you brother.
Though I cannot tell you, I want you to know....
I still care.
This is a new morning, let's let old fires die.
Close your deceitful lips and I will lay down my pride.

5. Compassion Is My Own Dissent

In this world where darkness reigns over all our lives - where my desire for vengeance nearly overtakes me.
The lies poisoning our hearts and veins, bones and marrow.
Hope seems a dream, and love is a curse now aborted.
Yet we would die just for something real.
Our facade burns and crumbles away.
We cannot live without someone else who shares our pain and bears our sorrows.
This is a battle for your souls, to fight is not a choice.
The arrows of the enemy pierce to freeze your heart; and to numb you with pain of loss - rendering you helpless.
Will your response be bent toward hate, helping the plague to spread?
Numb with pain - still enduring.
What will your decision be, when the time comes to draw the lines.
Will you love, and have mercy, in spite of your doom?
Compassion is my only dissent.
I am resolved only to this.

6. These Sonnets Of Our Lives

Just one moment, one chance is all that we seek to convey to you what is in our hearts.
Just open your mind, for we may have something new to share.
And we do - these sonnets of our lives.
As we open ourselves, will you open your arms?
If we bear our souls to you, will you look the other way?
We strive to be the poets - the voices of a brand new age.
Or of an age just long forgotten, where truth is pursued with dialogue.
We simply cannot sing unto the deaf.
We can't show ourselves unto the blind.
If you cannot feel, there will be no embrace.
If you refuse us we will remain the same.
You can't close our minds, you can't lock our hearts.
No one can take from us the love we have for you.
This new breath, gives us new life.
Stay here with me, look into my eyes.

[Repeat first verse]

We've opened up our hearts - our lives we'll share.
We're here now for each other.

7. Frame Of Thy Fearful Symmetry

[Instrumental]

8. Kiss The Lips Of Your Betrayer

Kiss the lips of your betrayer.
How beautiful you looked the last time I spoke with you.
I know you loved me so.
I left you there among the jackals.
It was in my blood to betray you.
So now that I'm here again, and you love me all the same, will I be yours forever?
[Repeat]

Or will I sell you out again?
I can make no promises.
I'm glad that you'll always be here for me, and I'm glad you're not like me.
Oh how I love thee, woe how you love me more.
Kiss me again, yet I may still betray you.
Kiss me again.
Yet I know you'll be here waiting, with your love and open arms.
Your forgiveness is never-ending, and I'll quench your sorrow with my charm.
I could never love like you do.

9. Comatose

Praxis is the touchtone of our thought.
Minds inform our movement making music with our actions - we are all musicians; dancing to the beat of a thousand different drums - combined in tribal counterpoint - until the chaos is so loud it can no longer be heard, only felt - and these words are not spoken, but they are yelled.
All of your words have fallen to the ground.
You have sold yourself to vanity.
I see your masks, falsehood seeps from you.
But I don't believe a single tale from you.
You scream of destruction and of anarchy.
You writhe in the pain of a love once lost.
But I don't buy a word, not one word.
You sell what's true of yourself (for) vain silver.
Every last drop of your blood runs cold; (you) stale cadaver.
When did your heart last beat (you) whitewashed corpses?
Your pulse has faded - your face so pale (you) stale cadaver.
If this is oppression, your heart should be beating.
If you are a warrior, your foe should be bleeding.
If this really hurts you, I should find you weeping.
I've only just met you yet, I find that your comatose conviction means nothing to me.
Choke on your glory.
I won't let you suffocate what now lives.
Art is the depth of our essence, it cannot be void of truth.
The truth of your expression has withered - your wick has become cold.
You cannot buy what's real.
You cannot buy the truth.

10. ...all That I Have

There is nothing more I can give than my heart and soul.
There is nothing more I can give than myself in full.

11. Ending With A Question

[Instrumental]







INKED IN BLOOD LYRICS