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Signal Loss
03:48
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Marching masses hell bound
Stepping off a digital precipice
transfixed, worshiping, glass gods
Information slave trade
Every day offering secrets
Backstage bought and sold
Broadcast noise generation
Clouded we can’t hear the wind blow
Encumbered and stilled
While the sirens continue their song
Bombarded by their keeper’s lies until there’s nothing to believe in
Throw me overboard, and hope I sink
No one hears a sound, as my signal fades
A thousand voices beckoning
A thousand more pulling opposite
I can’t hear myself anymore
Swept up inside a Barron’s noise
You willingly give us everything we desire
You’ve lost your will to fight
Our harpies scream a terrible dissonant chorus
And you nod your heads in time
Throw me overboard, and hope I sink
No one hears a sound, as my signal fades away
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Ruin
03:25
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You fancy yourself a heavyweight
A voice for champions alike
You watch the ruin pouring over them
And still they will fall in line
Like rats to feasts
Swallowed whole
A grateful offering
Revel
Dancing on piles of suffering…ruin
Frenzied
Feeding on mass calamity…heartless
And nothing better satisfies
A healthy appetite for pain
Than when the they look into your eyes
And praise you as you take another bite
Revel
Dancing on piles of suffering…ruin
Frenzied
Feeding on mass calamity…heartless
And what good is this
This love you claim prevails
When in truth it's our indifference
That keeps us chained
Tell me where
Where can we turn
Now the seas are rising
Tell me how
How can you hope
When mankind surrenders to ruin
Poisonous clouds
Apathetic hands
A quieted voice
Fading away
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Sweet Venom
05:19
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Your blood, it echoes through generations
I can feel all your faults and your fears in my veins
Bonded by your crest
Was it my sentence to walk your path
Bound by our blood
What can I say, what part of me is mine
Bound by our blood
What can I say, what can I do, what can I make myself
Compiled crimson strands
Blessing or curse
Your blood, it echoes through generations
I'm still bound by your crest
Was it my sentence to walk your path
And when my time has come, what will you carry on
Is there anything in this wreckage, a single shred of hope?
We never had a choice
We never stood a chance
Poisoned by sweet venom
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If This Be Doomsday Portland, Oregon
PDX post-hardcore
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