we hear them everyday. they talk to us. they haunt us. they beg us for meaning. conscience, it's just the voices of the dead trying to save us from our
Feel the weight. Overwhelming force sent on a quest. Consciousness, sometimes silence is all I need. Take all prior notions back. Giving away what you
the time evades me when i look to the sky i can't quite describe the feeling that puts a lump in my throat butterflies in my stomach and tears in my eeys
seems our situation calls for blood loss but i'll be with you through every struggle giving you wait (so you've read me well you haven't seen nothing
the forgotten another fifty years to forget again celebration the past is justified for our generation justified segregation from your retired number
several have tried yet none have succeeded. take not this tale is real, there's just one thing. years of discontent were never planned. neglected disconnected
your idle actions killed your revolution and continue to keep talking shit and tell me how fucked the scene has gotten and while my back is turned tell
: hurts when knowing subversive living left scars upon my hands patriotic path smashed corporate ways haven't tried situation crossed my mind how are
: Fell from grace off weak limbs. Now to stand means everything. Confidence fades as I wallow in so deep. Walls come crashing down, crashing all around
: your idle actions killed your revolution and continue to keep talking shit and tell me how fucked the scene has gotten and while my back is turned
: Picking my brain and I still can't find a reason for your war. Needless to say such behvior in the past has left us warned. No, I won't pledge my allegence
: bare witness to the rise conditions out of control preparation for the annihilation we shall prevail a glance at what's been called necessity for some
: seems our situation calls for blood loss but i'll be with you through every struggle giving you wait (so you've read me well you haven't seen nothing
: in darkness let it come. let it come, rain darkness. bright i burn. in darkness i burn bright night. let it come. let it come, rain dark life. tonight
: Certain choices make things seem all right. At the same time, it's a notion for the big at heart. A constant struggle to be torn apart. Creative use
: All votes are in. Deconstruction of a culture seems obvious. Reconstruction of a culture homogenous. Snatch the taste for compassion, nothing but lies
: the forgotten another fifty years to forget again celebration the past is justified for our generation justified segregation from your retired number
: A will to survive; shackled and silent. Oppressive self-religion holds us back. Token hands close tightly around necks. Neglecting those which would