“ILL WEATHERS”

All that is gold

Recession of hearts
Regression of form
The natural shift
Transitions for all that is grand
All that is gold

Recession of hearts
Regression of form
The natural shift
Transitions between
Hate fear and conflict

New masters
Slaves
New Pharaohs
Slaves
New Ornaments
Slaves
New slaves

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Strategies of tension

Strategies of tension
Grand design disinformation
Cult of mass anxiety
Dark astronomers have called
Prophecies of worlds
Neglected by the gods

We hail
Salute
Travail
Tribute our homage to
A council of rats
We hate
Despise
Breed through disparagement
With foam at our mouths

Orthodox standard ritual for despair
Orthodox standard ritual for despair
Dark astronomers have called
Prophecies of worlds
Neglected by the gods

Strategies of tension
Grand design disinformation
Warfare
Divide
Conquer
Public
Opinion

The free rein dies when greed strikes

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Burning Love

Burning love wearing thin
We all choose when to begin
When to forget
Who to condemn
Who will be next
When to regret

I have no hope
I have no

Burning love wearing thin
We all loose could you believe
The broken heart is giving up
Is caving in is crashing down

Just like our confidence facing a 90mph full stop

Burning love wearing thin
We all choose when to begin
A song to cheer
A hand to fear
And open letters
For you to hear

Coming up from the urban wrecks
All our failing aspirations sing

This is only damaged tissue
These are only open wounds

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Fraudulent crafts

Conform
Your goals
Granted rewards
We come around
To stay afloat

Don’t need your thoughts
Don’t need your speech
Vigilant crusades
Following common standards
Leaders of an inner circle

Self centered
Self serving
Selfish and ignorant

Vigilant crusades
Following common standards
Leaders of an inner circle

Self centered
Self serving
Selfish and ignorant
So fucking self sufficient
A flock of mannequins

Is there any knowledge
Don’t need your thoughts
Don’t need your speech
Don’t need your thoughts
Don’t need your speech

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Old crow

Old man
Rest your head
Weary eyes
And tired hands

You know the journey
Begs for more tales

Turmoils
Winters
Losing games
And same mistakes

You know the journey
Begs for more tales

You searched for saviour
You seeked for wealth
When we will follow
We’ll lead the way

But will we learn
From the same footsteps
By light divided

Old crow grieve on

From the same footsteps
What will we learn
Fueled by regrets
What will we learn

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Towards disaster

He was there
Shaped by time
Bent with age
Never could cast the first stone
Face trial for who is right
And who did wrong

And still he whispers by her side
To age with you
Is the most cherished dream
But may deaths’ razor
Beat on my chest
After the sun grewth smaller
In the light of your face

For I could never make you see
That no one knows
What is true
What is false
But I’m not giving in
I’m not giving out

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Scales

To whom it may concern
The jaded and the burned
These shivers sing the blues
Be gone be gone prosperity

The ivories displayed
On recognition nights
Their decorated tusks
Become the bronze
As we
Became the snakes

Wretched coat of arms
Effigy of decline
The memories and relics
Of a season bound to set
Doom driven waste away
Doom driven waste away

The golden age is long forgotten
We celebrate our lack of faith

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Jawbones

I’ve been giving my throat
To the spawn of a curse
To the endless endearing
That makes the sentiments worse

Oh all these desperate bones
All were once the pillars
Were once the messengers
All were once the pillars
Were once the bravest of men

Now they lay
They confide
In their sleep
Now they lay
They confide
Decomposing my dreams

Keep your courage beside you
Keep your secrets at bay
In the mouth of a lion
Is this what we call failure
Is this what you call faith
In the mouth of a lion
We bleed red

Courage
Confides
Your deepest care
No flags flourish
Over the dead
Just worms
And blind mice

I never though that
It would last forever
I never thought that
It could end this way

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Harbors and homes

She pours down the liquor at night
And carefully softens the swelling
Ungraciously masking the obvious
The trademarks of modern defeat

The demons remind her the pledge
The anchors have sunk in the harbor
Now she’s weaving her shroud
Through the passing days

To what was given the name
To what was given the name of love

She pours down the liquor at night
And carefully softens the swelling
Ungraciously masking the obvious
The trademarks of modern defeat

So she takes the beating
For another year

No one leaves
No one cares
No one lifts a finger
No one cares
No one raises doubt
No one cares
No one dreams
No one cares
No one