WRATH OF VESUVIUS LYRICS

1. Dirge Of The Valiant

Scrapes scratches and incisions leave trails of blood leading up to the altar. I'm down on my knees wearing a crown of thorns as I'm set aflame in this pew. Only a mindless mangled body can emerge from these repressed memories.

2. Revelation

Judgment and actions have become impossible to control. Morality oppressed by impulses. Instances and ambitions lost in a mind once deemed reliable. Grand inspirations halted by adolescence. Perhaps this very distraction will be my downfall. Dreams remain dim
from the guilt that continually dwells. My lack of ability to accept change has composed a horror filled illusion. Another sleepless night trapped within an en-caged cognition. A pathetic gesture of hospitality; useless in the embrace of the real world, but who can be
sure of anything in this life? Analyzing and interpreting the essence of my ambition is the first step away from this fucking apathy. Realizing every mistake has a consequence that can leave countless lives hopeless. As I peer closer through the microscope I discover a
melancholic landscape: a disfigured mass of endeavors shackled by the burden of perfection. Why must such standards be set? At the end of this assessment a conclusion is reached. Perfection and paradise were lies from the beginning. For the revelation has resonated in
the depths of my intuition. Fulfillment will be found where these infinities end.

3. At Wit's End 

Today is a virulent day. So be sagacious with each and every step that you take. I'm sparks away from starting a combustion. Light the fuse! Mutter one more fucking pathetic word. Annoyance! That's all I've been and all I'll ever be. I'm the catalyst; the
antagonist; the conflict in this story. A craving in my mind is to expunge my every move; insurrections in words with no means of an armistice. And I evoke every clinched fist and bring back the cynicism, cutting down the path that I've paved to reach home with hacksaws
of indecision and chainsaws of narcissism. My integrity is a ruination as well as my cheap fabricated patience. All of which is tearing apart at the seams. These strings attached to me are countless acts of mockery. I'm washed up and all dried out from the repetitious
words. I've fractured glass, nearly shattered it whole. An increment of hope is what’s keeping this stable. This timing and placement is enough to crack composure. Strung out on idealistic thoughts and typical figures; monotone voices trying to reach my attention, with
failure to break through the reveries in my mind. This hatred will consume me. Each and every time I shut my eyes, there’s a shadowed noose with blood written lies on the walls in the room. I'm fastened in. I am all there is to despise. I created your deception

4. Regarding Unity

Feeble attempts to rationalize; are my words even considered? It seems as if I'm talking to walls. Our claims are opposing in crafting and idealizing a future. I've said all I can say. What do you fucking want from me? I keep telling myself this isn't
happening; repeating phrases of assurance. Lashing out anxiously; fighting against the truth. There’s countless assumptions and endless excuses for everything. When I think back to when this meant the world to me, I feel a sense of security; a comforting memory. "I'm
willing to sacrifice it all, even if it meant just having a mere second of that glory." And just as the motives were determined, the indecision crawled its way through. Countless days depleted to seldom weeks, miles and miles of void. There's a hummingbird trapped within
this rib cage and reality is guarding my escape to freedom. "I can't recall how or why this went wrong. Maybe it was the timing or the placement. Maybe I didn't try hard enough. Or maybe this is a subconscious way of arresting myself in adolescence". But if I must
conjure a meaning or purpose or some kind of milestone, I'd conclude that I wouldn't be who I am without this experience. For this is what made me. I wouldn't be who I am without this experience A proposal has been placed in my hands, compromising for the sake of
tomorrow. All I've ever wanted was to make the most of this. So why am I standing here with this pale look of apprehension? When I know this drive has one last stretch, one last desperate gasp of breath. For this is all I know. This is who I am. This is what it was
worth.

5. The Light Once Sought After

I've spent slews of hours on a "change" that never comes, with minute chances of finding light or in the end thrown in the dark. Moving from box to box, collecting pictures and memories; setting every bridge I took to get here aflame. If I had
my druthers I'd take a hammer to every wall that was built and throw it in the fire. It's been seven years stuck in speculation; clouting my well-being. Maybe I would concur if it wasn't shoved down my throat. Inept at keeping up with the pace compelling my digression.
Living the same day, only put in a naive optimistic way. Even if the ends met in full circle, I'd still find myself staring into the dark, taunted by the shadows and the pendulum that makes this "relevant." But it's all irrelevant. We're mounted statues with carved faces
of confusion; built towards the sky with no answers only an ambiguous marking of why. We will forever be lost in these figure eight aspirations. So I set this house aflame in hopes of a new perspective. Throw it all in the fucking fire. Let this house burn.

6. Swarm Of Locusts

A culture unable to accept enlightenment, casting molds incised around their shortcomings. Building a structure founded on misconstruction. Even the sheer are forced to live under their monochromatic microscope. A dissonance in perspective explicates
combustion, igniting this resentment that churns within. We've stood back and watched your ignorance take the stage. I'll drag you out into the very streets you've set ablaze. Now it's time for you to burn. The deterioration of a tranquil society due to the up-rise of
false figures destroying the value of something so genuine; following in the footsteps of complete degenerates; striving to be someone for absolutely no one. It's the inclination not the image. When everything runs its course, the weak will be washed up on the shore.

7. Somber Silence

I find myself babbling of imaginary footing as if it would ever be feasible. Hiding like spiders in the crevices of an abandoned home. Taking mortar of misfortune, and bricks of dirty realism to build a fortress in the depths of this conjure. All while I
dance with these shadows; I know I'm falling to the bottom. This time around no one will catch me. My resentment churns as this longest day persists; with my eyes weak, from the blinding light, and my ears bleeding, from the screeching of "progress" racing throughout the
streets; all while ridiculing. I've accomplished nothing. And as my teeth rot away, I file them down to prevent what I might say. To think of worse things to come is the place where I am one; alone in this somber silence, compiling numbers and reasons to figure out the
science. I find light in the darkest of spaces, through the lake of fire and down the corridor of faces; all the way to a fortress I've mended in my mind, made up only by me, no work of the divine. Because I've committed every sin and I know that god wouldn't let me in.
So I resent my fake fucking father and curse his and my every move. I've wasted all my effort on this. I've got nothing left and nothing to prove.

8. Sirens

[Instrumental]

9. Currents

I set sail upon the sea that stands before me; all my bids taken, never shared or mentioned. Home is a drift this cold lonely ocean; the calling of the sirens capturing me, trapping me within the thunder storm. With the waves rising over head I refuse
abandonment. I must remain with the ship; hopeless helplessness, stranded in the inferno. Cannonball shot and exploded through the middle of the deck. It’s just the tip of the ice burg. This is a ghost ship with a ghost crew; all the skeletons collecting in the captains
den. I set sail upon a sea of which stands before me alone, confused and hesitant among the starry reflected sea. Gleaming deceivingly; illuminating my fate as the night conquers the day. I left it behind. I let myself become blind. I'll walk this plank as the ship
crashes into the waves of guilt. And I'll dive into this body of water and fill my lungs with my neglected chances and all my countless missed opportunities. Flood all my worries and my paranoia ridden mind. As the ship breaks into oblivion, I sink to the bottom of every
lie.

10. Grievance

[Poem by Paul Sanchez, guest vocals performed by Thomas Vasquez]

Twenty-seven with a sensible heart, kept his passions alive at all costs. Smoked them when he had them, he drank his glasses to the bottom; running the race with the knowledge of the ever turning world. At the end of that day there wasn't anything I could say. Running the race with the knowledge of the ever turning world. The ever turning world.At the end of that day there wasn’t anything I could say. Now his words carry like wind, whispering poems in and out of the
hallways and alleys of a canvas he called home; reminders for those who heard the echo of his voice, and comfort all those that still listen: He’s a man that provided guidance to the like-minded, and validation to the pure of heart; a patron saint for the ones who felt
the solitary angst.

"My friends were flowers once picked from the earth before cruel blooms and the wilt of pedals camePlanted as seeds settled long ago in soil soaked in whiskey and goldIn time I'll learn, in the last year I've learnedIf I pray enough maybe a fire will come, carry us away
and down the road they walk.I've prepared my suitcase the contents are as follows: Toothbrush, comb, hot water, music and the love I never had a chance to give to you.Burn my body"

Burn my body. Gather in the morning after mourning to see the sun rise and to still look up to you; to spill our tears into the fountain of acceptance and wisdom; to hear your voice singing along when the wind comes whistling through; to see your smile in every starry
night gaze; to feel you here when we need you the most. For as long as we're still here, you will never die.







WRATH OF VESUVIUS LYRICS