1.The Uprising
(Instrumental)
2.Entry Level Exit Wounds
Dirty habits and dirty lives＊
She can't hold back.
She must fulfil her end of the addiction.
Hunting, sweating, freezing.
Just another day in the life of a dead girl.
She cant live without her shit.
Rock bottom is just around the corner, and she has a first class
ticket.
Test the vein, prep it...
Tie the knot, make the blood clot...
Needle in.
'Oh, what sin!', they all say.
Just wait there's more.
More from this whore？
Oh yes there is...she ruined her kids.
In a world that few can understand, she's full of fucking pity.
This life is not worth living.
Who's she kidding？ Now she has entry level exit wounds.
Her face is missing.
3.Your World Of Lies
Stuck in your world of make believe, it is you who fails＊
You seek guidance from all the wrong places
You let the words on a page dictate your life
You are so blinded by these lies that you never take the time to
figure out who you truly are
I will never be one of those misguided fools
His blood was shed？
Supposedly for the sake of mankind
Its time to open your ears to the truth
It's nothing but a fairy tale
Some ink on a page, some ink on a page
I know the truth
So close that book, so close that book
Never again
Get caught in the story
Never again
I will never be one of those misguided fools
But your world of lies is your home
We are on our own
I make my own choice
No one is taking credit for my story
The masses are blind
Blinded by faith, leading them on
No one controls my destiny
No one, no one but me
I know the truth, we are on our own
4.Mark My Words
You are the destroyer of one of the only things that I value and
hold close to my heart＊
Now you have taken my life, and you have taken my soul
But times have changed
You are dead to me
I am no longer your torture victim
I'm fed up with your fucking lies and games
The tables have turned and I shall have my way
This is a new beginning in every way
You and I are a shadow of the past
You've wasted so much of my life and I will never get it back
No more will you haunt my life
Mark my words, you were nothing more than a mistake
No more, I am looking past
Past you
I am now a stronger person because of this, not because of you
Mark my words, you are done
Mark my words, you are death
I am now a stronger person because of this
Mark my words, you are done
Mark my words, you are death
5.All Things Set Aside
When all their backs have turned, the worst is now much worse＊
The act of being weeded out, no one to turn to.
You must fight on.
Spill blood.
This is now a fight.
You must fight on.
Spill blood.
This is now a fight to the end.
Leave no one alive.
No excuses.
They gave this a start, and we are giving it an end.
Bring forth your tortured.
Bring forth you and I.
No remorse.
In our hearts and our minds.
These are all things set aside (2x)
In our hearts and our minds, there is a poison that weakens
their veins.
No trust.
When all hope is lost, we will stand.
Heads held high.
All things set aside (2x)
They are the poison.
6.Indefinite Bloodlust
We all have a craving for destruction＊
It's another piece of who we are
Why deny these blood filled urges
They egg it on
We lust for blood
To lust for blood is to refuse who we are
We need to think about what we are
What we are
We are beings, violent minded
Yet they think us to be blind
We are the hope for a better tomorrow a.k.a yesterdays
unattended funerals
They take away our blades but ask us to decipate
This is not how it's supposed to be
Killing is killing, no matter how the line goes flat
Reach out, grab your victim
Place the blade on his vein
Don't mind the memories spilling across your fingers
Just close your eyes and do as your told
They say we benefit from this but we feel more raped than
anything
They'll tease us with sex
Blind us from gore yet ask us to kill
Fuck you
We'll see what we want to see
You kill if you want to kill
This is indefinite bloodlust
7.Sever The Voices
We all know what lies behind the walls of deceit＊
These are the thoughts that keep him awake.
He contemplates his fate.
He has to decide what it is he truly wants.
An hour of pleasure, or two ruined lives？
He has to decide.
He cant sever the voices, from his mind.
The Time...is now.
What is his choice, not what is his fate.
To destroy all that is beautiful in not only his life, but hers
too？
Separate the time and place, he has come to the end.
He holds onto false ideas of what makes a man.
He thinks no more about the love of another, he chooses to only
satisfy himself.
Selfishness is not the word.
He has chosen, but he knows this is wrong.
He inserts...death for lust.
She grieves.
He knows better but chooses his path and now he must live with
this.
She walks in, face like death.
She puts her hands around his weak and sweaty neck.
He's turned cold blue now.
There is blood and there's tears, for this occasion.
She can't sever the voices from her mind.
They held each other down
8.Black Funeral March
Cringing at the thought of dealing with your loss＊
With each new day leading to more devastation
Waiting for the call 'I'm sorry...he's gone'
All that seems to be is suffering
Weeping, frustration, maybe denial
Shopping for caskets
Void of real life when you're losing another's
Bow your head and clear your thoughts
This will be a funeral march
Void of real life when losing another's
Victim to a heinous crime
Why him？ Torture. Bloodshed.
Why him？ People are sick and that wont change
Revolting actions lead to this pain
But to overcome a pain so fierce？
How does one continue on in life？
One just does, simply does
Nothing can pay back the price of a life
This is a black funeral march
This isn't the end
9.The Session
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