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Grave Sincerity
03:01
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Condemned by bureaucracy (Blackened future)
Stuck in the shadows of regency (the dream has died)
Can you sense the hypocrisy (Dethrone the ruler)
They’ll lock the shackles eventually (will we survive)
No rebuttal, no voice
No control, no choice
No end to the disparity
Amassing grave sincerity
And Abbott prays for it to pass
And we can only hope that his laugh ain’t last
Condemned by bureaucracy
Stuck in the shadows of regency
Can you smell the hypocrisy
They’ll lock him in shackles eventually
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Cruel Machine
02:33
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The spiral descends, sets the scene
There’s no more knowledge to be gleaned
Inside the confines of society
Time to break free knowingly
This cruel machine
Grinds up and spits the weak
Into pieces, devastate
The minds trapped in this cold hellscape
I see the workings of this strange device
It beckons, leering - made to entice
You into comfort while you slowly regress
Trapped under the wheels of progress
Don’t wanna claw my eyes out anymore - just yours
Standing on the outside, entering the jaws, time to let go of the lost cause
We’ve withstood the gore, more than you can afford
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3. |
The Rot
01:43
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Alienated to the point
Of no return to normalcy
As I pass the days I wonder
How to kill the rot inside of me
Your silence speaks volumes
I’m deafened by the sound
Of whispered nothings
No use confronting
Advice abruptly
Watered down
Do you believe the shit you spout
As if it were easy to change
Our ways ingrained annihilate
Sense ain’t common in this place
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Absolve The Beast
01:40
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I flat out fucking refuse
To believe lies that withhold all proof
Misguided candor concealed by vanity
Nothing is certain, bar the grip of reality.
Cut me off from humanity
I've done enough time to see
The place where once hope did reside
Congeal to sludge, unsanctified
No conclusions here to see
This farce, it plays out endlessly
Why suffer, when there's sweet release
Waiting to absolve the beast
The devil beckons, limitless,
Takes a form you can't resist
My mask falls and breaks in two
The cycle begins again, anew.
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Web Of Lies
02:36
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Penance paid, the hefty price
Of believing that sacrifice
Can assuage the guilt of one
Whose good intentions come undone
The good deed masks the sphere of pain
The wailing calls without refrain
The chance to feel complete again
Disappears with waiting sin
Trapped within a web of lies
A stash of silky spin
I cannot seem to recognise
Where it ends and I begin
One day the walls will crumble
And I will stand exposed
As a fake or charlatan
Whose one horse army fights alone
Caged animal lives to fight another day
You must be joking if you think there is another way
Hear the crash, smell the burn, feel the rope
Now bereft of all hope
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Stockholm
01:46
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This dread is pervasive
What's beyond it, unseen
who is captive and captor?
I realise; both me.
And yet, one must adapt
To their corner of hell
And carve out some solace
While locked in one's cell
And you'll tell me your troubles
So wild and carefree
This internalised nightmare
Belongs only to me
Best kept in a place
Where outsiders can't see
And insiders don't notice
All the lies that flow free
My muse is my frustration,
Guilt and dread, rolled into one
With my battle armour ready
Into nothingness I run
Hear the boredom calling
We search, and implore
when the things you used to love
don't bring catharsis anymore
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7. |
Never Knowing
02:29
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I can see your face and it
Makes me wanna scream
Being here is like living in a bad dream
Stay away from friendly faces
Suspicion keeps up dismay
I can’t trust you cos I never learned another way
I’ll keep you at arm’s length
Inside I’m seething
And always wondering
Who among us is doing the deceiving
I’ll keep you at arm’s length
I ain’t no poet, nor a sayer of sooth
Would you prefer it if I lied
Or told the truth?
Keep you at arm’s length
Never misjudge the egos of men
Willing to belittle to quell the demons within
Paranoia rears it’s head
Communication is all but dead
Why pretend to feel when there’s nothing there
We stay waiting, baited breath, 1000yd stare.
Back and forth until we die
Never knowing truth from lie
What’s inferred’s not always right
Best to stay inside tonight
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Cruel Machine Brisbane, Australia
Lisa - vox
Hunta - guitar
Shep - bass
Brett - drums
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