A Storm Of Light
Anthroscene
1. Prime Time
As much as we want to
You cannot not be saved
fragile bones break
and blood fills the lake
with the death of truth
no bees - no honey
and all the suits
are counting their money
no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need
neon signs and corrupted dreams
just two burning houses wrapped up in greed
and we’re left to die here alone in the weeds
in some faded dream of a dying regime
no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need
as the pale blue light
transfixes on me I see
our new god is living
in all of our hand held screens
the pixels reprogram
and cut into me
all the colors bleed
between gold and disease
no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need
no stars to wave
no country to save
just morphine and tv
are all I need
the blinding light
a final high
until there’s nothing left
except the TV’S eye
no stars to wave
just this drug induced haze
no country to save
just this arm chair grave
no stars to wave
just this drug induced haze
As much you want to
I cannot not be saved
fragile bones break
and blood fills the lake
2. Blackout
decades of assault pushing the people into poverty
supplying the weaponry of the white man’s victory
this feeling of helplessness is overwhelming
america the sick and crumbling liberty she is weeping
the tired and poor are huddled and dying
as the wretched ones are tossed aside
Light Fades to Darkness
Lost in the twilight
Light Fades to Darkness
We are Lost in the Blackout
feelings of hope fade to panic
as the news becomes static
and our leaders
continue to push us all into havoc
what the fuck is wrong with us ?
america the sick and crumbling
the tempest-tossed are rotting
her beacon light is fading out
and the huddled ones
have been disavowed
Light Fades to Darkness
Lost in the Twilight
Light Fades to Darkness
We are Lost in the Blackout
Blackout
Blackout
Blackout
Blackout
Light Fades to Darkness
Lost in the Twilight
Light Fades into Darkness
We are Lost in the Blackout
This land is sick and decaying
our Mother of Exiles is dying
3. Short Term Feedback
rewired junkie
your praise
it saves me
i need your signals
how can it feel so vital?
hold me close
pull me closer
i’m infected
i’m infected
the new opiate of the masses
endless feedback, noise and static
who needs god? I just need your praise
as the dopamine eases my pain
short term feedback
i need one more hit
i can’t step away
can’t seem to run from it
no way to turn it off
and no-one left to blame
is this a dream
or just my decay?
hold me close
pull me closer
i’m infected
i’m infected
the new opiate of the masses
endless feedback, noise and static
who needs god? I just need your praise
as the dopamine eases my pain
short term feedback
short term feedback
4. Life Will Be Violent
I dreamt an eternal river of warfare
we were drowning in a sea of flames
there was an endless supply of destruction
as we harvested profit from pain
There was a constant rushing fury of paranoia without mercy
the steady decline of our humanity replaced by apathy
and the words in the fire
Life will be violent
It will be violent
we were surrounded by swat team beauty queens
a sociopathic narcissist was our king
traded us guns for our organs and coal for food
all of us skin and bone with no souls
There was a constant rushing fury of paranoia without mercy
the steady decline of our humanity replaced by apathy
and the words in the fire
Life will be violent
It will be violent
5. --- Disk Two ---
6. Slow Motion Apocalypse
I have been reborn
from ash into void
from gold into lead
created then destroyed
left for here for dead, to bleed out on the street
feeling the warmth of the blood and concrete
we’re all broken and bloody
somehow still alive and feeling lucky
Could’ve been shot eight times in the back
Our murder streamed live by a hopeless maniac
nothing is stopping
these circles of violence
life keeps moving
we stand here in silence
straight from satellite
the death of America
live in your hands
witness the death grip
slow motion apocalypse
I’ve been looking for someone else to blame
breaking the mirror and turning away
we elected thieves to do our bidding
their souls are missing
their hands keep digging
We might get shot eight times in the back
Our murder streamed live by a hopeless maniac
nothing is stopping
these circles of violence
life keeps moving
we stand here in silence
straight from satellite
the death of America
live in your hands
witness the death grip
slow motion apocalypse
I have been reborn
from ash into void
from gold into lead
created then destroyed
7. Dim
They’re ready to collide
breathing fire and gasoline
They are the lost souls of the anthroscene
They’ve been hidden away
rehearsing their hate
they’ve been breathing / becoming
dread and rage
always waiving the flag
a new patriot
so full of hate
he’s made a life of it
he says fuck the earth
i only love my country
you’re precious until birth
and your look threatens me
he says you’re precious until birth
and your life ain’t shit to me
Waves of fear and wickedness
is the virtue of their sickness
Waves of hate in rabid men
is the Virtue of the Vicious
too dim to respect or value
a black man’s life
too stupid to open
your fragile mind
just close your fists
and look for someone weaker to hit
and wave that flag
you’re just another fake patriot
we’re ready to collide
breathing fire and gasoline
we are the lost souls - of the anthroscene
we’ve been hidden away
rehearsing our hate
we’ve been breathing / becoming
dread and rage
Waves of fear and wickedness
is the virtue of their sickness
Waves of hate in rabid men
is the Virtue of the Vicious
8. Laser Fire Forget
drones glide over the leaning city bones
all their missiles cruise
we been dealt a death blow
prophetic hookers run the streets
adorned by spying eyes
grinding on the damned
as the bombs vaporize
hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above
all our skin adorned
in twisted skyscrapers
we shine broken glass
bed down the savior
explosions and crooning sirens
flashes of death
our love melds with poison gas
inhale my breath
hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above
drones glide over the sultry city bones
all their missiles cruise
we been dealt a death blow
prophetic hookers run the streets
adorned by spying eyes
grinding on the damned
as the bodies vaporize
death slides over
our ivory carved bones
Laser, fire, forget
we been dealt a death blow
hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above
hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above
hellfire weeps
onto forgotten streets
a murder of doves
death from above
9. Rosebud
When you're forgotten
On the verge of ash
When you're numb with fear
Or hunted in mass
We'll reflect on your heroes
Corrupt and damned
We'll count those hours
Until you're breathing sand
As you crush and kill you ask
Is that all there is?
Well i fucking hope so
As you pull us into your dumb labyrinth
What did you want to be?
Everything we hate?
Well i guess you’ve fulfilled your dreams
Money, power and soul sucking fame
Another overdressed anarchist
Unable to see the irony
Everything you fought for
Will be undone when you bleed
A scheming vacant impostor
So afraid of being forgotten
Made the world your effigy
Sacrificing the brave and the fallen
You'll always have the last word
As brilliant and poignant as ever
One last hopeless endeavor
To be revered and praised forever
Another overdressed anarchist
Unable to see the irony
Everything you fought for
Will be undone when you bleed
When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die
When you die
When you die
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