the us rhythm blows a diseased river flow
yeah it's going to blow a change within you
the us rhythm blows
with change we'll explode
and live
				

lost in a world
a guided eye to strengthen weakness
throat in noose pain
feel it constricting a lost love
welcome to war
and it grows
ocean lure
fire of mankind
universe
throw it away
destroyer of worlds found pain
welcome to war
and it grows
				

Let's throw down the love
I catch eyes open far and wide
Ability
It's intense
Golden lace it fills the magic flies
I wonder where is this list
Give in
Next time
This will be a blast
I catch eyes open far and wide
Ability
It's intense
Golden lace it fills the magic flies
I wonder where is this list
				

now you see all this time
work nine to five
monday thru friday i'm singing
i sing the blues for you
now i'm standing in the pouring rain
my feet are cold but i cant complain
and i wonder how you have been
i need you love i miss you so
i know it's right but it's always strange
how i scream
all this life's worth all the while
heartache and slave driving pain
i sing the blues for you
now im standing in the pouring rain
my feet are cold but i can't complain
and i wonder how you have been
i need you love i miss you so
i know it's right but it's always strange
				

all see light in oceans black
go seek find the red seas fire
blow ship by those sail blind
choosing one loosing blood
you try exchanging
no i dont think so
cannot escape me
no sound reason
				

wage no war thou brutal sea
i laugh at you
you can't have me
you will calm and carry me
wage no war thou brutal sea
wage no war
brutal sea
laugh at you
can't have me
				

Knowing right
Learning wrong
What you're feeling is pressure
Pulsate new blood
I've seen things you've heard never before
Bones aged in dust
Buy your bite take the body
Calm
Shutting down
You built me
I knew it
I'll never lie liar
You fed me
I chewed it
I'll never lie liar
I follow you covering me
Spirits in pieces
Crumbled and burnt
				

Praise mammoth
I lye trapped in ice
Bright cold shield my eyes
White cruel stone can't move
Hide so far from truth
Blood floweth
Crawl into unknown
Does time heal all wounds
Why's this been so long
Line of descent gone
Reign down
Reign down
				

Strong structures guide
Building high and wide
Minds that create
Make us feel more
Alive
Standing on the top of the skyline
Unlock unleash the beast below
				

Burst

Could have carried us farther
Mired only by ourselves
Horizon glowed in morning
Though vile was our resolve
A Promise to betray
A betrayal to remember
Where the wave broke
And flushed us back
back into the sea
Would have brought a haven
Sadness, that bitter failure
Night's embrace was colder
As the starts lit
One by one
A memory rejected
Rejection was the promise
Should have gazed beyond
Ashen clouds that covered
Saw us huddle
Fearing
That bloated bastard sunrise
				

Burst

A silver sky and I lie down
You don't provoke me anymore
These hours try,
And I go down
And horror yields a door
The light outlives the setting sun
End a day to shun
My senses slip,
a lie begun
From all to none
The black as painted by the moon
Colour filth from which we're hewn
Beekon hell it ends too soon
All waning hope and ruin
The storm that rose the crushing gale
Awaken into dismal pale
My senses blank, the sleepers veil
Where and why the burning fail
A nightmare catalyst
Harness delusion
				

High on fire

Man's done, Babylon, eat the fruit divine,
wasted labyrinth
Snake's tounge, lies sung, master of disguise,
poison conqueror
War torn, plague born, live in ancient wrath,
executioner
Shapeshift, lives sift, pain in the child's eyes,
last rite spoken - Devilution

Web spun, death comes, bring the blackened tide,
rising war god
Blood lit planet awakes the lurking time,
raging maelstrom
Arcane macabre diety arrives
spewing hellfire
Twisted acrid abominating guise,
promised vengeance - Devilution

Dark king suffering, know the elder's toll,
deceiving millions
Men hung, pain comes, worship me or die,
as you lie broken
End all wars call, stand your ground and try,
hopeless victim
Man's done, Babylon, eat the fruit divine,
wasted labyrinth - Devilution
				

High on fire

Enter stoned paravex
mother of the seekers
Cometh down hessian
to plunder the archaic tomb

Stolen ancient amulet
black the hexed sarcophagus
Summoning the hound
the bringer of impending doom

Necromatic lunatics
murder of the innocents
Stepping on the curse
inflicting it's beastious wounds
Undo the evil spell
undig the graves demise
Unveiling the horror
the hair covered corpse now will lie
				

The dillinger escape plan

First off let me say you look so tired...
Rest your head and shut your eyes
Empty ambition blankets the sky...
I'm thinking 'bout another world tonight
So drop the gown the game's over
Just push your face into the fight
And it breaks my heart like dancing up all night
Ride so high we both start thinking
'Bout another world tonight
And it feels so wrong
Like nothing we've ever felt before
The stranger's candy takes you where
You ought to be
In broken alleys
In the back of every street
Close your eyes tonight, baby
You can have it, ooh baby
Gnaw me down to the bone
Soon you'll find I'm never
Gonna take you back home
Well there's so much you never told me
And there's not much I want to know
Cause your pretty face will do just fine
You'll be the star of my every last show
Let's go for a long ride
I'll show you places you won't ever want to leave The stranger's candy takes you where
You ought to be
In broken alleys
In the back of every street
Tonight we could bring it all down
We could bring it all down
They think this body's a dead note
Dancing to the beat but they'll never see
This corpse coming 'til it kills them
				

The dillinger escape plan

You'd never imagine us bringing
A loaded gun to the ballroom
This party's about to kick off
Tonight is the wrong night
The devil's own are only starting up
The first round of the fight
So hang on tight, dear mother
The needle is jabbing the womb
Draw back and release
This child of disease
This mob is a riot
The outlaw youth are only
Emptying the first round of the night
Cause everything's not alright
I suppose you thought
You had our hands behind our backs
Wool over our eyes
Now your pulse is in my palm
And you stand hands to mouth
Wearing your disguise
It's pretty apparent this boy is a curse
The christ of the moment
So blow him away
Hey, come on and take the new number
If you're next in line
Then kid, I got a really big fucking surprise
There won't be a next time
				

Dysrhythmia

Dysrhythmia

Buried inside

[Instrumental]
				

Buried inside

Let loose the clockwork dogs. 
Pathological believers, faithful servants. 
Reduced to servomechanisms with lock-step discipline and knee-jerk obedience. 
Reduced to time-reckoners with Newtonian mechanics and a Promethean mandate. 
Polishing and decorating each ideological cage. 
Notch by notch, hammer by hammer, escape from freedom. 
Prognosis: ideologies are habits of thought that defy thought and enable people to avoid thought. 
Airborne contagions, communicable plagues, towing the weary down river like rudderless wrecks, and we are all sick with them.
				

Burnt by the sun

Last time I swore it was the last time.
I'd write these last rites to this last fight.
By the third time around I'm pretty well versed.
By the third time it still hurts.
By the third time I know myself well enough to know
10 years is not enough.

What is this about this that brings me back?
Have I ever even left? But what can I expect?
Beauty is radiating through my TV set.
I find it's lines still corrupt my mind.
In it's image I am defined.
What is this about this that brings me back?
Have I ever even left? But what can I expect?

The beauty, I find it still corrupts my mind.
the beauty, I find, in it's image I'm defined.
Forge my body into steel
while cognizant that this is not real.
Flesh and devotion void of emotion
save for an ounce of ineptitude
and another song to express
my helpless faith in this cage.
Imprisoned for the rest of my life
programmed into my mind, my eyes
I'm fixated, irritated.
Shallow as far as I can perceive
with the disregard of what I believe.
				

Burnt by the sun

Bullshit knocks you over the head
like a ton of bricks
CNN kills brain cells like alcohol
PR feeds the rage
but the clear answers never come.
It's like an open bar to misplace our trust.

Call into your talk show hatred
to express all that we don't know.

The sun will not rest
on backs of evil.
The sun will not set
when we think like this.

Wake up. We will. Destroy. Ourselves.

This rage is realy against yourself.
You're slamming the shots of fear itself.
They'll have to pry that remote from your dead
cold hands.
Our grip on truth rests
on the lies we've been told.
And this whole thing..
smells like
bullshit.
It smells like more bullshit to me.

It's the same scenario all across the land
TV radiating, remote in hand.
Advertising, propagting-entertaining.

We're escaping. We're escaping from ourselves.

Pull up a stool...
Truth. Lies. It's all the same.
Fact. Fiction. It's all a game.
Failure- to think for ourselves.
Success- to live up to a lie.
				

Cephalic carnage

Living here, in constant pain, I'm reaching out to you!
Feelings I have long suppressed, control my mental views
As I walk this lonely earth, searching for a sign
Something to make me want to live, cause' now I want to die
As I languish here, in this house of disease,
And decrepitude, feeling in at ease
Slowly I put up a wall, to block away the pain
Only to have it fall, the misery remains!
It rips the mind apart, scorns my soul with rage
Infects my heart, kills my will to be
My eyes cannot see, blinded from the sweat
I don't know why I, feel morose today,
Born with it all, rich beyond my means,
Lately something has been burning
In my gut it bleeds, making me despondent
A victim of me
Dying will be the death of me
It hurts when I smile
Only happy when, others are in pain
When I was younger, life was in my heart
Lastly vie been craving, suicide as an art
All the ways I've attempted, was placed in the psycho ward
In a straightjacket, dying cause' I'm bored
In the end, dying will be the death to me
				

Cephalic carnage

There's a fire in the valley
That's killing many for the few
And a funeral for the living
The dead have gathered around to view
While some are forgiving
I'll spend my life hunting you
With this
I am willing
To begin the killing
In the end they will find
Their lives belong to this
Soul taker
When I find you
I'll strike you down
6 ft in the ground
A piece of steel
Led in the crown
It ends on round
				

Zeke

Zeke

Pig destroyer

In this two bedroom tomb I'm sitting all alone with the television static
and refrigerator drone I'm waiting for those blessed arms that seem to wrap 

Around me six or seven times praying for the to come home I could cut myself
to pass the time haven't felt anything in days a six year old girl dances on
my ceiling she might as well be dancing on my grave 
				

Pig destroyer

she frolics through the rain whispering love insane her kisses exit through
heart-shaped exit wounds her skin like flesh of angels her blood my catholic
wine it moves slowly through me disintegrates my spine she's got heroin
embraces that I still need to be in I force myself to loathe her so I can
fall for her again her lips are wet with venom her posture's serpentine
she'll touch my arm and flowers grow their poisonous and obscene all her
shrugged little movements an d their despotic majesty in the midst of such
perfection I can't help but feel diseased
				

The end

Had we known then what we know now you would be alive. Forgive us, it felt
like a prison to lead predestined lives without a choice. If you could see
her now you would be so proud. Is it murder? Dear Martyr, You brought your
own demise. Things were better without questions. Only your answers to guide
us. Fallen are the great ones. You fell fucking far. Killing you sooner,
would have been better. Dear departed, feasting on faith's fat was
comforting. The yoke's released. The blindfold's drawn. No, please d on't do
it. Please don't kill me. Those were your last words. You said follow me.
You said trust in me but you never said you'd live.
				

The end

Infertile wet soil's where it begins. Composition. Mud and skin. Blessed
scavengers foraging through the thing once fetal, but not dead. The
messengers are maggots, meat on their lips. Roots through throat, mouth and
eyes. Growth tears through the organic mass. Fauna is fucking flora in the
open wide. The oubliette, separation, abandonment. Those are true death.
Stalk against stake will be reaped. It bears the seed of those to be freed.
So suck and swallow it, wash it down with green fluid. That aftertast e is
life. So soft to the touch, in the afterbirth they fell in upon themselves.
When absence takes the young away, don't just stop. Use what's left to
rebuild from the ground up, and it will be. Inside those proteins. A renewed
life being released with bile's ease from the germinated seed. We reaped and
fed. Ingesting them and then loved and bred, remade them in out image. Then
dug holes that hid all our secrets.