Issues

A little piece of indoctrination and a little piece of courage
A little piece of traveling
A little piece of listening
A little piece of laboring
A little piece of belief
A little piece of partnership
A little piece of cans and beans
A little piece of training
A little bit of strength

It’s all it takes to murder a child or take aim at a friend.

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The aspect of time appears to slow down while time is of value

And value for those standing next to the eye of eternity is undefined

But rather we stand undefined than acknowledge the truth

Still, the truth is what we are longing for the most in our hearts

We can't really accept the fact that choices have been made

And choices is what forced us to confront the truth and reality

But the reality lies there before us, broken and shattered

And still, the real sundering of the soul is yet to be discovered

Almost perfect sky

I’m a lost soul, caught between singularities and regularities

A causality of demands and needs yet a creation of dignity

Forced by the hand of life to stir through the deserts of which my morality is shattered upon

I can't see my surroundings as clear as I'd like to, as clear as the morning skies

Still I gaze upon the stars at night whiteout either fear or doubts about you

But then again doubt is the only way to true enlightenment, at least that's what they say

If I could build a bridge instead of storing my materials for tomorrow things might have been different, maybe a certain star would still be showering it's light upon me at night

But the empty space keeps enchanting me, it's a need as strong as the guilt of being the central position of a conflict

Since it makes no sense what conclusion can be withdrawn from me? I guess none, I guess I'm not a man of surrendering. But if needed I will let the heavens cry blood for both you and me but is that necessary?

It would only taint my almost perfect sky

Beast

It's evolving, almost breathing the thing that scares me the most
It's degrading, almost deceiving the vessel of forgotten love long lost

It seems like we have forgotten our way's in life and our path is no longer connected
It's evolving yet degrading us and mankind's decaying stays undetected

Could it truly be that we never going to sing the lullabies of brotherhood again?
Can it be that greed and righteousness is all the same?

If not even words can define what we are then nothing is certain or sacred and we shall come to pass.

Blind

Who or what are you? I'd like to know.
Since the vortex of life has started to shifting out of my control.
Your soul is unreachable believe me I've made my tries.
But the agony lingers, lurking within the passage of time

My heart is struck by the roaring thunders of a million rifles.
Brought to me by the war dogs untamed battle cries.
And the boiling rotten blood of society today.
Can't even begin to touch the vortex fiery reign.

So who or what are you my so called friend?
A righteous brother or a savage fiend?
I'd like to take for granted the first of two lines
BUT THE WHITE NOISE AROUND ME KEEPS MAKING ME BLIND.

Yes the plague is existing from deep within and the vortex will eventually devour everything.
But in the ravaged lands somewhere in the dark, we might find the answers to just.... what we are?

Despise

By fire be purged I condemn you all to hell! And let your soul's be torn asunder as they are not even worth to sale. From the deepest caves of black purified hatred your judgment has descended, as my wrath is fed by fierce flames that I've at last befriended. You shall never turn out to be an equal you shall never pass my mind in that state. Today I've written in blood that issue of you all have gone to far, it's to late! It's to late for sorrows it's to late for being revived. And even if you would want to I would never mind. Since I don't care no more, when it’s over it's over. And when the day comes I hope there is no mercy showered upon you. The twisted god of right and wrong have passed down a dead man’s song. And that song will be sung for you every day, while you spend your time stalking Satan’s tail.

It's such a fucked up twisted world.

Devour me

Enchant me, put a spell on me please numb my mind
Devour me, digest me if that's what it takes.
The river's floats whit supernatural powers this year
And the whispers of the winds eradicates doubt

Enchant me, put a spell on me I'll wash it all away
Devour me, digest me I guess it’s already done.
The roars of the pack is boosted by agony this year
And the screams of the heavens are filled whit doubt

Enchant me, put a spell on me I'll just go whit the flow
Devour me, digest me before I'll do it to you.
The shrieks of the earth creates earthquakes this year
And the preludes of hell is touching me no doubt

Enchant me, put a spell on me I’ll forsake everything
Devour me, digest me give life to something new
The fury of the ages is divided among men this year
And the songs of future is without doubts

Mind bending

Clean oh so clean. Even the forgotten songs of the tree's seems to whisper it

And the void engraves the word's upon my chest

Written in blood washed out by water. The nature of man becomes so clear

And the void engraves the word's inside my mind

The hand that takes and the hand that gives bargained and agreed

And the void engraves the word's within my throat

Out of your reach, out of everyone's reach. Something is broken beyond repair

And the void engraves the word's upon my soul

The divine lie is nothing of worth or value. Hatred feeds while agony starves

And the void engraves the words upon my being

While the tides are longing for the answer