I Am Abomination

To Our Forefathers

1.) Since 1776

To our forefathers with love

Thanks for tearing the world apart. 
Primitive minds are left terrified. 
Strife, confinement, and the pursuit of lucidness.

This is philosophy of the history of our nations being. 
Fabricated, yet it's only what the public sees. 
There is significance in every move that's made.

We live inside a living, 
Breathing juggernaut. 
His eye sees all.

If we are so free then why are our minds not meant to be. 
Don't believe thy majesty, they'll eat you alive.

He who controls the war controls our history. 
Reasons of this, they are shrouded in mystery. 
Evidence of schematics are hidden within the media. 
Feeding off of greed, we are the prey of the beast.

We the weak, we man the front lines. 
Swallow lead, make sure the beast is fed. 
We have resided within the comforts of ignorance. 
But this time through it isn't bliss. 

We live inside a living, 
Breathing, juggernaut. 
His eye sees all.

If we are so free then why are our minds not meant to be. 
Don't believe thy majesty, they'll eat you alive.

I will not be marked and considered disposable. 
We live like batteries, giving life to another yet simply born to die.

If we are so free then why are our minds not meant to be. 
Don't believe thy majesty, they'll eat you alive.

2.) Thoughtcrime Is Death 

Harvest the cancer, fill the sphere to the brim.
It's overflowing with the thought of another.
Don't fall out of line, you may find yourself floating.
With the bodies of the rapt barricading the river.

Oh, big brother we are the shrewd.
Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious.
Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp.
We are the pawns.

You cannot overcome the host you have created.
Betrayal was evident.
Intrigued by the powers you posses, the hunger is taking us over.
Envy will be your only angst.

We will not be hollow anymore.

We are the pawns.

Oh, big brother we are the shrewd.
Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious.
Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp.
We are the pawns.

Rape the mind of it's enterprise.
Fabricate a host of drones.
Bodies are punctured, minds are altered.
The remains rest on the water.
The buoyancy decreases as the air flows out of the aperture.

Oh, big brother we are the shrewd.
Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious.
Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp.
We are the pawns.

3.) Cataclysm 

What makes us human?
Is it our ability to create or our ability to destroy?
To whom much is given, much is expected.

To trust the corrupt is to swallow the toxins.
We're scarred with sickening fables.

Please don't take the lives of every man with an idea.
Everything with meaning is smoldering.
Pleading to the dead will not save us.
Two billion people can be wrong.
This way of life is outdated.

We are the unarmed truth and we fight for the unconditional love, 
For the final word in reality and it makes you think.

We set the stage,
We pull the strings,
Yet we're in a world left artless.
We live alone,
We hold our ground,
Yet we're in a world left artless.

Lets wrap our roots around a new beginning,
Because we're in need of a designer future, a holocaust of the norm.

Sobriety is needed upon the desolate.
The country's nose is bleeding as we take another hit.
Social stratification is becoming bottom heavy.
Stirring our minds with delirious allegories won't cure past mistakes.

We are the unarmed truth and we fight for the unconditional love,
For the final word in reality and it makes you think.

We set the stage,
We pull the strings,
Yet we're in a world left artless.
We live alone,
We hold our ground,
Yet we're in a world left artless.

Lets wrap our roots around a new beginning,
Because we're in need of a designer future, a holocaust of the norm.

4.) The Deceiver 

For god so loved the world
Is such a fabricated one liner
Whether I am right or wrong
We are both going to end the same


I will crawl out of the water
And you will magically part it
Walk right through it

If I'm a deceiver
Then may lightning strike me down
Reach for the sky
There's nothing left here for you but atmosphere

Darwin would envy me
Lord I've been saved and it wasn't by you
Can you fathom that?
Oh can you fathom that?


My emblem of choice walks on it's own two legs
But yours just simply preaches a name
And I believe that you've all been naturally selected
To be irrational and perpetual to still believe

This is survival of the fittest
Where is your savior now?
This is divine intervention
Worship the savvy

If I'm a deceiver
Then may lightning strike me down
Reach for the sky
There's nothing left here for you but atmosphere

 

5.) Rock N' No Soul

You gave birth to a deaf generation
Visual talent is the new sensation
The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low
Plastic molds are the new gold

You devour virtue and spit out our glamour
Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art

This is rare
This is candor
This is sound without optical slander
You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears

I won't be the surgeons new canvas
Nor will I be the producers new plan
This machine doesn't run off of music
Vanity's a drug and they seem to abuse it

You devour virtue and spit out our glamour
Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art

You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration
Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears
You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration
Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears

This is rare
This is candor
This is sound without optical slander
You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears


6.) Invisible Titans
We never would have thought that we were dead.

We were torn limb from limb.
Let this be known as our battle hymn.
Our spirits rise from our shattered remains.
No bodies to speak of, but the passion retains.

We have died and returned as a phantom.
Nothing can stop our push for power.

The asphalt stained a shade of red.
We never would have thought that we were dead.
We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hosts.
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts.

Black smoke drowned out what looked to be obscene.
The critics tried to suffocate the flames with gasoline.
Smoke and flames couldn't stop us now.
We will forever live on to haunt this town.

We have died and returned as a phantom.
Nothing can stop our push for power.

The asphalt stained a shade of red.
We never would have thought that we were dead.
We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hosts.
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts.

 

7.) Greetings From Easter Island 
We were seeded 
By a mother culture 
Children of genius 
That have stemmed into ignorance. 

 

The writings on the wall 
Spell out a surprising past. 
We wrongly decipher them 
To be primitive artistic rash. 

God dies when the churches rise 
He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived 
The heavens exist and our maker is there, 
Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer

Beacons left behind,
Which are scorned upon when appealed
They are the maps to our existence 
That are soon to be revealed 

 

The writings on the wall 
Spell out a surprising past. 
We wrongly decipher them 
To be primitive artistic rash. 

God dies when the churches rise 
He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived 
The heavens exist and our maker is there, 
Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer

We were made to be the grateful slaves of the stage

God dies when the churches rise 
He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived 
The heavens exist and our maker is there, 
Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer

 

8.) Art Attack 
The greatest illusionist of all time
This is the end of an era
What a god damned shame they've became

Eyes glazed over and hysterical
Like a moth to a flame
They die with a smile

When you fight for something you can't see
How can you believe?
How can you believe?
Tear out every remaining organ that has a beat

The indifferent have no voice
Let us be your ventriloquist
The beloved, the devoted
The never ending force of the quiet 

Is this really so controversial?
Don't be so hypocritical 
Hung by our necks, we're suspended in disbelief
We'll keep our sway until judgement day

When you fight for something you can't see
How can you believe?
How can you believe?
Tear out every remaining organ that has a beat

The indifferent have no voice
Let us be your ventriloquist
The beloved, the devoted
The never ending force of the quiet

The art of the illusionist
Oh, what a pretty picture you are painting

The indifferent have no voice
Let us be your ventriloquist
The beloved, the devoted
The never ending force of the quiet

 

9.) Creatures of the Night
These creatures travel through the night
Coming to your town, bearing ideas through melody
They are the voice of a million upon open minds
They hold true to the ties in which they bind

You can stop an army, but no barricade can stop an idea

By the power of truth they while living shall conquer the universe 
They have given it all up
Just for the rush of the voyage

Constantly in transit,
But never alone
A family, not through blood
It's something deeper in the bone

Pacifist in nature,
But warriors at heart
Their weapon of choice
Are sounds which form art.

These vagrant souls are in no search of a home
They feed off praise and bear theory
In hopes of turning inside-out
Whom which are weary.

Do you fear thee
Creatures of the night

People fear these persuasive creatures
Hiding from the risk of exposure
They travel for many miles,
To leave an impression

They are the carriers of the truth
And it's slowly spreading
They seem to be exactly
Just what everyone's been dreading

Pacifist in nature,
But warriors at heart
Their weapon of choice

Are sounds which form art.

These vagrant souls are in no search of a home
They feed off praise and bear theory 
In hopes of turning inside-out
Whom which are weary.

Do you fear thee
Creatures of the night

 

10.) Element 151

Satellites are falling to the ground
The trusted don't make a sound
What are we in for?
There are lights in the sky
Brightly flashing in patterns of threat

Mr. Lazar was right.

The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel

This isn't human, I know this can't be human

The ulterior are here
The world is in an uproar
Oblivious to the warnings
And bartered by the media

Mr. Lazar you were so right.

The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel

This isn't human, I know this can't be human

Will they devour our world whole,
Or spit it out because of the wretched taste?

The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel

An ocean of lives disappears from what once was home

We have returned to harvest our crops.

They have began to rot and are now rendered useless to us.

We as their gods shall choose their fate.

And after much debate we have chosen to exterminate.

They shall burn and we shall start from the beginning.

This stage is ours and they have littered it with their disgusting filth.

We will not have mercy for this failed project.

Everything will burn. 

 


 

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