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This Mortal Foil
02:33
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the end of times, how might it come
virulent plague, exploding sun
might some survive, well that depends
though when it’s time, so then it ends
hot burn blister
flame char cinder
a daunting thought, best to avoid
global pressure drop, giant asteroid
might some survive, well i suppose
though if they don’t, then so it goes
cold frost bitten
froze through smitten
swim cramp falter
davy jones locker
a giant wave
swimming with the fish
extinction of all plants
spazmatic choking fits
a nuclear exchange
blotting out the sun
all kinds of ends
no kinds of fun
the difference is, ‘tween you and i
i chalk things up to chance, you need a why
when our bell tolls--for no--reason nor rhyme
so then it comes, the end of times
so then it comes, the end of times
so then it comes, the end of times
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2. |
The Consumption
04:49
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out of the cold, cyclopean wasteland
hobbles a crippled thing
a visage long-ago forgotten
curved spine and broken wings
crawling out of the mouth of madness
which depths defy concepts of distance
and time
continues on it’s slow progression
silently broadcasting
things which no sane mind dared to fathom
without then descending
down into the mouth of madness
it’s motivations cruel and senseless
constructs these walls around us
both formless and boundless
from which there is no escape
it comes on like train
a blinding pulse, cascading waves
of raw psionic energy
and slowly falls away
sense of self, sense of faith
sense of morality
just blown away
and you feel, no you fear
there ain’t nothing more left to save
shame - blight
guilt - fright
grief - sorrow
anguish - hollow
cannot flee
cannot hide
can’t think strait
lost your mind
at last a soothing voice in your head
says “pick up that axe, introduce it to all of your friends.”
you oblige
feels soooo right
all is clear
and you dive
down into the mouth of madness
motivations cruel and senseless
trapped by these walls around us
both formless and boundless
from which there is no escape
the suffering will not abate
til nothing is left to forsake
now bow down and accept your fate
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3. |
Box of Tsunamis
02:19
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i’m the fly in the ointment
that little speck of cursed blight
crash downstairs
when yer in bed all sleeping tight
voice of derision
bouncing around in your head
best mind your manners
or you might just end up dead
i’m gunna blow your plane right outta the sky
i’m gunna storm my ass up your hill
i’m gunna slip right past your defenses with ease
i’m gunna glide right in for the kill
i’m the guy in the mirror
who ain’t there when you look twice
mole in your entourage
who gives you shit advice, now
virus on your hard drive
that you just cannot erase
suspect device
that’s gunna explode in your face
i’m gunna blow your plane right outta the sky
i’m gunna storm my ass up your hill
i’m gunna slip right past your defenses with ease
i’m gunna glide right in for the kill
if you believe
you can achieve
goals through
pressure and coercion
then you might find
you’re in a bind
best keep walking
best just walk away
if you proceed
then you misread
my words as fear
of confrontation
and you will find
you’re in a bind
you messed with
the wrong guy
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4 ton mantis
too big to fly
flaming battleships
falling out of the sky
i’m seeing
flesh-eating zombies
clawing out of the dirt
seems my prospect for survival’s
gone from shit-poor to worse
yet I’m alive
not going away
i will prevail
and fight fight another day
ain’t met no scrape
i can’t surmount
may get knocked down
but always up before the last count
tectonic. shift.
the ground beneath me morphs into
a giant. rift.
nearly swallowed whole
is this shit gunna blow
tell ya damned if i know
but she’s a long time coming
and she’s starting to show
yet here i stand
won’t bend or break
a line’s been drawn
which i will not forsake
not out of time
just out of place
this ship ain’t sailed
hell, ain’t even started the race, come on
breathe with me
hold your ground, now
find that pocket
ain’t no failing, I say you gotta
bide your time
hold that line ‘til the stars align
while on earth you get a finite time
just keep on rolling
yo-ho
diddle-eyed joe
trapped in a corner
nowhere to go
hi-yo
ain’t no stress
shot those suckers
and i’ll shoot the rest
yet I’m alive
not going away
i will prevail
and fight fight another day
not out of time
just out of place
this ship ain’t sailed
hell, ain’t even started the race, come on
breathe with me
these are strange days, indeed
incoming
keep your head down, I say you aughta
peer inside
given time you might find divine
while on earth you get a finite time
so keep on rolling on
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beg your pardon, may I have a seat, you know I’m really glad to meet you
i don’t think I’ve come across this kind since shit went down macchu picchu.
do you see that guy
in the pinstripe tie
he’s not of this world
i tell you no lie
and i wouldn’t turn my back on him as he’d not sooner smile than eat you
once you learn there’s things you can’t unsee
there are more planes than this reality
all sorts of things move amongst you and me
can’t be explained by your 3d philosophies
see this particular breed of beast has a peculiar way of breeding
first it finds itself a proper host, and then commences with the seeding
you’ll be paralysed
and when its babies thrive
feed on you from inside
while you’re still alive
d’oh, let me help you clean that up
didn’t realize you were eating
once it locks in it’s difficult to shake
it tracks by taste much like your common snake
avoid it’s gaze, it’s challenging to break
it stupifies, makes it hard to stay awake
you must outrun it
you must outfight it
if you want to keep on living
but don’t you worry, darlin’
ol’ jack always has something up his sleeve
wait ‘til he gets a little closer...closer...FIRE!
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6. |
A Righteous Enfeverment
06:07
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will not falter, cannot alter x4
alive...but you don’t really feel
you see the others strive...
though you don’t see the appeal
just try to make ends meet
scraping by as best can
just another cog...in another’s plan
you live...you die
no peak...no dive
you choke on it
now there are many things
that motivates a man
perhaps we’re chosen ones
part of a master plan
sure helps you sleep at night
clear your mind from doubt
accept all as god’s will
is that what life’s about
you live...you die
no peak...no dive
eternal fate decided by by one life
sure sounds convenient for those who prescribe.
and I cannot accept this
Regardless of your threat of damnation
i will not falter
will continue
to live...to strive
to reach...to try
to dream...to fly.
to live...then die
anchor yourself with debt,
a big house, and a ride
sure sounds convenient for
those who prescribe
and cannot accept this
regardless of the pay plans offered me
i will not falter
you will not alter me
just trying to make a point
if, perhaps, i can
don’t have to be that cog
in that other plan
all points of view are
represented by two sides
sure sounds convenient
for those who prescribe
and I cannot accept this
regardless of your incessant punditries
i will not falter
you will not alter me
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One-Eyed King San Francisco, California
A biting sermon of apocalyptic prophesy is delivered as the rhythm section unwaveringly drives the heavy, raucous guitar
through the chests of the assembled. Not recommended for those of weak constitution, questionable moral composition or the easily suggestible.
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