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The Shadow Before...
02:09
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[Instrumental]
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Who are you, that goes by the name of I?
Who are you, that thinks you're gonna survive?
The solipsistic perspectives thrive
Deafened by prayers, even god had to learn to choose
Where to end the oceans…. Who will win, and who will lose
Self-awareness with a tightened noose
We’ve…. Built…. It all…
And historically, empires, fall
Five extinctions…. So far..
Our vanity, lowers the bar
And the DNA well, runs dry
Can existence, itself, die?
Who are you, who struggles for an identity?
And who are you, who struggles just, to see?
That you are blind to your periphery
Sometimes I wonder if god had the foresight to know
How many of us would grow by holding others below
And I shudder just to think
Of humanity, on, the brink
Our, life boats will, sink
So please shoot, the messenger (SHOOT THE MESSENGER!)
Our ignorance, will, ensure
That the DNA well, runs dry, can existence itself die?!?!
(Chorus, instrumental)
(Solo section)
(Chorus with lyrics)
[It’s from the stars that we were born
Inevitable that life would form] 2X
And you will always,
Exist my friends
In the oroborus
Of our consciousness
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Vacate
04:31
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Vacate, you get the fuck outta my house
Vacate, hope that door hits you one your, way out
I hope it hits you where the sun don’t shine
Vacate, don’t you open up your mouth
Vacate, pack all things and, get on out
Into the night shrouded by doubt
Betrayed, in a few month’s time
Malignant cancer masquerades, as benign
In a house I thought I could call mine
Vacant, of words left to say to you
Paranoia grows and realities not getting through
The whole universe askew
(instrumental section)
Thankful, to call you all my friends
Again, apologize for all the things I’ve done and said
I crawled through shit and then came out clean at the Ritz
No vacancy, in my new home
For all the demons up in my head I told you leave it alone
You’re making me shout
Get the, fuck out of my house!!
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Parade
03:18
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Black tats smoking cigarettes, the hearts on parade
We play the song again and light one more, before the day, ends
Well the parade of hearts is coming don’t you be estranged,
Don’t you know that each and every heart has its place,
And don’t you know, that love, aint no race, to the end
By the rainbows at night, that hide beneath the moon,
We danced with the butterflies as we chased
Our loving, mood
Your fading sleeve tells a story, but ive planned mine ahead,
The needle, quells the craving, and the stone, reminds, the head
[whistle solo]
Well I dunno what we did that night when I found you in my bed,
But I know that we did nothing that we regret,
Still I should’ve said, what’s been on my mind, since, the parade.
The hearts and souls that once met to sing,
they now drift as smoke, upon the breeze
And dissipate into whispers,
the ink, is to faded to read
By the rainbows at night, that hide beneath the moon
We danced with the butterflies, and I found
That my loving mood, exists, without you.
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Becoming
04:15
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[Instrumental]
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The Crooked Man
04:57
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There will always be, crooked men and the sea
Or god has lost. Control.
Well the seas can’t be tamed
The crooked men are deranged.
But they’d both swallow you whole.
They move sheathed in shadows
Hiding in plain sight, you’d never know, they’re…. there….
And each of these shadows….. like a new-born disease
Kills hearts like winter kills…. The…. Trees…
The man I met, was as crooked as they come.
He was the deadlights personified.
He was patient and kind, he was cruelly divine,
As he clawed into your spine
And the man you met, had a jagged soul.
Enforced his way with, the sword
Impervious was his will, and willfully
The crooked man killed yours
There will always be, crooked men and the sea.
And god has. Lost. Control.
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7. |
Confessional
06:15
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Verses
Candlelight confessional, confiding in criminals, you pay me to lower the veil, over
Predator professional, bow down to processional, you pay me to lower the veil, over,
Your eyes can’t see, poison in the remedy, sunday mourning’s dose, placebo prescriptions,
Time tested
And approved, subjugation servitude, the clockwork towers, corrupts and devours every-
Where it looms, tricks with bread and wine and tombs, three nails for false kings, history is carved by the guillotines
Off with their heads
Bridge
I used to pray to god, any fucking god, i used to pray to god, but god was dumb
Verses
And now the hounds of hell are alive and feeding well, SOCIETIES NEW MUSE, and now you must choose.
EITHER GOD IS DEAD, OR THE DELUSION FROM ANCIENT HEADS PASSED DOWN by BREATHS,
SPAWNED FROM THE CONSCIOUS FEAR OF DEATH
HERE IS MY CONFESSION
I’VE DOLED OUT PENANCE BY THE POUND
MY WHOLE LIFE SPENT PREACHING
ADDING FIRE, TO THE MOUND
FOR LEADING THE BLIND TO THE PYRE, I REPENT
ASHES TO ASHES, BURN TO DUST
THE BETRAYAL BY THE FALSE, SHEPARD
THE SHEEP, ALL BOW, THEIR HEADS
The sheep, will bow, their heads
You sheep, you will bow, your head.
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Negative Entropy Lancaster, Pennsylvania
A project based in dualities and juxtapositions, Negative Entropy is aggressive and beautiful; a wolf who knows when to throw the muzzle off. This Lancaster, PA sonic specter mimics the unpredictable nature of existence; blending beauty and chaos with introspection to delve through the dissonance of self. Negative Entropy aims to bring enjoyment and growth to every “I” at every show ... more
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