SILENCE LYRICS

1. Dogmata

sent to transition, we're following a dogma tradition. it's hard to tell what's real from the inside out. a concrete impostor, you'll see the division. you vomit glass phrases, cutting up your insides while you're coughing up your ego. but the scenery's ever changing and my mind never sleeps. stuck in this motionless existence we try so hard to forget, communicating with a broken dialect. a pattern of signals to your brain, a sickness, resulting in stasis. our minds move like machines decaying in a flawed system, but we will never give it up. so caught up, partial paralysis in the occult of america. you should know this could end on a bad note. i grit my teeth at the thought of giving in, to move on or to just keep living in this. as sick as it may be i'm finding comfort in knowing there are other tortured souls like mine. even though we do not speak at all, there are others with the same things inside them. how dare i let this begin again. deceptive concepts are hidden within false motives and i can't begin to understand, the cancer's turning in. at the beginning of this i wanted to blame everyone but myself. countless times i've turned the other cheek to what i know is right. we can't live on without responsibility, even though we were born into it. but i'll give in to this apathy, welcoming a space to occupy and change beyond recognition, until then my conscious cannot be clean.

2. Chroma Paralysis

a pattern of symptoms set in and the worry begins. they tell me it's all about perception. swallow another anchor to hold me down, to keep myself together at least for now. i will push through this. there must be some sort of consequence. sporadic thoughts multiply, they're quick to turn, i lose my mind. my biggest fear is that i'm living life all wrong, well i've been judged for what i've always loved. am i mistaken for trying to shake off this feeling. am i just lying to myself until i believe it. i wouldn't wish this on anyone, no one deserves to feel like this. fuck these feelings running through me. reach into your mind, empty the inside for something new. the thought of solitude, i would rather be left alone. stop.

3. Motherless

determined to make a name for yourself, to fill the void that was never empty. you claim false innocence, i claim you motherless. you just don't know who i am, where i come from. we climb from the bottom up. i refuse to be nothing in their eyes. you're not my friend, family you'll never own a fucking part of me. this is what you get. the situation was never as it seemed. you turned your back on me, you'll turn on everyone and when you came back clinging to my skin like an open wound i refuse to let you in.

4. Systema Perimetr

[feat. Matt of Kublai Khan]

everything is not as it once was and i can't seem to see past this bull shit. now that you realize that you will never impress them, you just can't fucking hang. these specters float in my head and welcome me to consciously question my own existence i've been waiting to transcend. hand in hand we walked but i'm afraid it's time we parted ways. and time, it breathes with black lungs and it steals all the questions i've been dying to answer. it's like you're only living for yourself. we worked so hard to build this up, but you walk around like it's never enough. you can have your drugs, you can keep your scene but you'll never take my dignity. the dead hand grows inside you. my whole life i've been feeding a skeleton, with simply no strength to lift my head. now matter how i try to feel alive it won't strengthen my spine. they stare as i walk away. they spoke and i heard nothing.

5. 1203

i will break the barriers if it's the last thing i ever do and i will die and my life will stand for something. i will break the barriers in your mind if it's the last thing i ever do. i've waited for this all my life. we build ourselves up, just to bring each other down. we are the kings and we wear the fools crown. every day i watch my brother take the knife from my fathers back, just to put it in their own chest. there is a void i cannot stand to see but not a soul is going to listen to me. no one's fucking listening.

6. Dead Presidents

[feat. Adam and Dylan of Playing for Keeps]

why is it that the rest of the world knows we're being lied to? that there's something fucking wrong. but our own people can't stomach that the bigger picture hides inside our minds. lose your fucking ignorance, we were created to consume. feed up you fucking pigs your heart beats so much slower. never question what you're told, swallow it out of their hands without a thought. whatever happened to accountability i understand it's a selfish world, spending lives with your dead presidents for your entitlements. while the ancients sit back and watch the nation die, illusions of progress in all the emptiness. feeding the monster, funding the overseer. if this is it, look around, wake the fuck up. i can only take so much before it's enough. we're all so sick of hearing all your lies. the purest evil derives from lack of knowledge.

7. In Somni

does it ever end? the feeling, the memory, to give in to it. i can't do this again, it's only in my head so pull me out of this. 30 days kept awake since i found out and i will not forget. i swear to god the next time you speak those words to me, it never even meant anything. i understand that this life is about overcoming, but you'll never see me stop dragging this out. it's coming to the point where forgiving is forgetting, i guess we're better off forgetting you. i am beginning to see now that you will not survive this. the reality of your actions caught up with you. running around in these circles again. i can't stop what you have started, this consciousness gives me so much stress. i'm worn down by the thought of knowing the past stays, but i could never forget.

8. Kazuo

i know the way you move, it wasn't like this before. this time you've gone too far, reactions become static. resulting in poor judgement. impassive condition of regression and coordinating your own depressive state of mind. subconscious is in disarray, always falling for the same mistakes. you know it's hard to see past this empathy. when anger comes as easy as the passing of time. i hope it's not too late, but you'll swear it was worth it in the end. you'll lose your focus. it was invited and welcomed to remain, attached to pride, removed me in spite of so many failed attempts for connection. there are two kinds of people in this world: there's the one's who make it and the one's who get sold. if you recall i saw this coming from the start. take one step and i will tear you apart.

9. Indian Eater

you think you understand me. listening to the voice of a liar, let it drown out your own. this was all in my imagination, building illusions of a life i believed in. i'd rather know that this was all a fucking lie. my only comfort for now will come from knowing this: you will never forget my face. this isn't simple and it won't come easy. what did you ever dream in the future? i can't help that you see me this way. did you really believe you could save us? we're turning back to the same old cycle. a thousand voices telling me to just stay away, but i can never seem to shake this. i could never just stop, just let me be. ghost image of the ones i used to love. seven days since i left your reality, i realize that i don't give a fuck. mind opened, you cannot change this. with time you'll learn this will end in regret. our world is empty, there's only the fake left. join the cycle, you're just another image. closed eyes, closed minds. this is the end, the only way left.

10. American Ethos

[feat. Dorn Fox of Bad Luck and Von Wolfe]

the leaders are broken, they've closed the door. winning public opinion, making peace with the poor. feeding them questions, always searching for more. truth never existed. so much talk of sweet salvation but you'll never back it up. financed by their mental pollution but they'll never get enough. a foreign dependency, how pathetic we've become. cradled by authority in an endless drone. we are the orphans of our own thought, absent minds with an absence of hope trading our wealth for the sake of growing old. and they'll come in their robes with nailed hands on your shoulders, whether they're dead or alive. telling both geographic and cultural fiction, ignoring the changing of times.







SILENCE LYRICS