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released February 8, 2014

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Track Name: Broken Stitches
Swim... displace the buried ones,
Just six feet of earth there to keep you down.
The rip of flesh away from bone,
Death eats away, decays the soul.

Nothing's sacred, no one's right, the angels are bastards hoarding light.
The cold's eternal, the sound long gone, waiting for judgement, seraphims song.
For your sins you're banished from the light.
Make peace with the dirt because, your future, is more decay not life.

Dig out.
Just six feet of earth there to keep you down.
The rip of flesh away from bone,
Decayed to shit, and yet life's spark's resown.

The earth spits up all of the buried ones, when the gates all close we call dominion.
The sun we may not feel upon our face, but the evil sleep no longer takes its place.
Dreams they dont exist beneath the soil.
All that's left to push us on, the skinbags ,fuckin wasting their lives.

Swim, displace the buried ones,
Just six feet of earth there to keep you down.
The rip of flesh away from bone,
Death eats away, decays the soul.

Lessons in wasting days, we rise up we cry out.
A fleshless army paves, a road past all the lies.

Lessons in wasting days, we rise up we cry out.
A fleshless army paves, a road past all the lies.

Dig out,
Just six feet of earth there to keep you down.
The rip of flesh away from bone,
Decayed to shit, and yet life's spark's resown.

Your words are meaningless now, we've come to reap the wicked.
You'll earn your paradise now, the undead hordes we promise.

No use apologizing.
Track Name: Pillars
I'm afraid you'll never get back, you'll wander this road til the sun cooks the meat from your back.
And with head raised high, stare into the light til your eyes chap, crack and fry.
Crimson salt in the air, the blood dust in your lungs makes it harder to choke down air.
Your last gasps despair, and the sand reaches up and makes a martyr from flesh and hair.

Paint this, a pillar, ten feet of hell on earth here demands surrender.

The march of progress, is never slowing down.
But what it costs us, is barely visible now.

It's here a force to push us on, leading a horde of the blind.
The weak it shepards on & on, into impending night.
And those who turn toward the sun, respecting right.

A marching wall, bearing down on civilians until resistance falls
Products of man, we reached for god and the devil held out his hand.
No hope in death, we'll feed the beasts we raised to bury men.
And with their hands, they'll shred the flesh their flesh was born to protect.

The end, we've written, in hubris all of our terror in fruition.

The strands, we're breaking, we pull apart the world
And reassembled the pieces rarely work out.

It's here a force to push us on, leading a horde of the blind.
The weak it shepards on & on, into impending night.
And those who turn toward the sun, respecting right.

Atop the cities we can watch as men fall.
To their knees with the blood of innocents washed.
Inside the labs where we carelessly played god.
A dream we proudly hailed as part of the cost.
Nothing can ever be as real as the loss.
We feel each time we look inside the mirror.

Demon men, we've bred, to lead our culture toward the light have
Turned like wolves upon the creatures that imbued their life.
Mangled heaps of bone and gore are all that's left behind and
The Piillars marching on until all man dies.

March On, March Til Man Falls...
Track Name: White Out Tide
Don't say what i feel, this pain waiting to tear it's self right through me.
What's done is done, can't take, back all this hate and rage that consumes me.
A sleeve to hide the cards, throw this, hand out the window and set myself free.
A disearing act of reason, we're headed for a crash.

Close my eyes, can I live asleep now?
White out tide, on crooked shores of compromise.
Sever ties, and fake my peace now.
And I will call it home wash it all away.

Send the right away to, hide be-hind all the lies I've built up against me.
Distant somber guise, still de-fying the words that you've used against me.
I deny this light, faith is, a luxury that my mind cannot see.
A disapearing act, self-treason, we're headed for a crash.

Close my eyes, can I live asleep now?
White out tide, on crooked shores of compromise.
Sever ties, and fake my peace now.
And I will call it home wash it all away.

Moments, severed again. Forward is never ahead.
Disconnect, this soul a debt, paid in blood, i'll never forget.

When I rest my head, I think of everything you said, now.
I can now define, this great divide, moment of disconnection.
Bear, up all the weight, a life can take, and still keep pressing forward.
Don't, expect me to fall, the tide it will crawl, burying life's rejection.
Track Name: Guilty
Left with no hope, the fabric is now quickly tearing.
Each moment we pass, one step beyond ever repairing.
Put the spoon to your lips, the poison burn, you've forced this sharing.
Now wait for the pain, deaths kiss she comes, just hope she's caring.

I swear i'll get you all for the brains your ignoring.
You'll wear the slavery well without ever wondering.

You'll let them take everything worth anything.
You'll let them break anything they deam is worthless.

Left with no hope, the fabric is now quickly tearing.
Each moment we pass, one step beyond ever repairing.
Put the spoon to your lips, the poison burn, you've forced this sharing.
Now wait for the pain, deaths kiss she comes, just hope she's caring.

Your world is theirs, your soul as well you'll never keep it.
You'll never cry, you'll never scream, you'd never dream it.

Your world is theirs, your soul as well you'll never keep it.
You'll never cry, you'll never scream, you'd never dream it.

For the greater good.
This game, this game, theres no worth winning anyway.
It's in the words they use.
We'll take your hands and tie them up.
Who declared greatest good?
The dream, it is now fucking over.

Left with no hope, the fabric it is tearing.
Each moment we pass, one step beyond caring.
Put the gun to your head, swallow the steal cause you're guilty.
Now wait for the pain, or wait for your head to go empty.
Track Name: Poison Blue
The feelings gone, these fingers touched their last and what's left here is useless.
These lips fail to move in any way that soothes and blood no longer fills your veins.
Your eyes cease to shine and in turn do mine but different blacks surround our souls.

I remember, before the world it crept inside your heart and left me useless.
The pain would fade in ways that I, I could never match, but I still wanted.

To make everything right before you fell away, before you're lost for good.
But hell has crept right in and stolen what was left, you're always out of reach.

And the scars will heal a patchwork, road from you constantly tearing open.
But i'll follow 'til my pillow, is dry of all the trait'rous tears that i once shed.

And i won't rest, until i take back, every kiss that I wasted on that hole in your head.
There's no-thing left, to make, amends, just a corpse of a woman i'd just best forget.

My reflection, bears no resemblance to the man, inside my heart
All the best parts were ripped away when you took my trust, for granted.

Each lie a full blown assault, on the pedestal, i set, you on, somewhere, near god,
An angel I thought but you've proved me wrong.
And the bricks they fall, but the truth stands tall, you've chipped, away, through my, last strength,
I'll walk away from this corpse that you thought i'd take.

You've no more more words, to help me forget.
Your touch as volatile as acid in shit.
Behind your fear, there's nothing clear
I've nothing left to search your junkie venear.

For any glimmer, of regret,
Awaiting penance but it just aint happened yet...
...
This should be better than that.

All remains a cross I hide below,
But it's burning a hole through me straight down to hell.
And all remains of the person I once loved,
Is a vial of poisoned brains.

All remains of the dreamer i once was...
Is lost forever, you fucked it away, the holes in your arms to deep for me to stay.
All remains are the shards of a useless love...
You used to sew a puppet of flesh, The strings from my hands become the rope around your neck.

There's poison in my heart, I can never clear my veins
Pour my blood out on the floor, this is what remains.
The poison in my heart, is all of you that stayed.
It's here, you're gone, you poisoned me the same.

My reflection could never match just what remains, andt i'm screaming.

I'll scream for blood, something to cover the taint left in these veins.
Understands love, as more than a pill caked hole on a human frame.
That holds your pain, when the burden you've created's too much for you to take.
I beared that weight, and now i slough your body of for these waves to take.
Track Name: Whom Gods Destroy
We'll walk this land, separating peoples,
The one's who'll serve, from those who'll command.

The judges appointed, the kings are decided,
Those in the stocks await their day.

Men can huddle up in fear of tyrants,
Or use the blades and chains in their own hands.
Men can watch as all their fates decided,
Or pull the pages back from god's own hands.

Roads are paved on the bones they plucked from,
The backs of those who would dare dissent.

But bridges can't stand, on mud with a crimson hue.
No tower can rise where men stand tall.

Men can huddle up in fear of tyrants,
Or use the blades and chains in their own hands.
Men can watch as all their fates decided,
Or pull the pages back from god's own hands.

From god's own hands...or die less than a man.

We'll till the land, and leave the seeds for an army to bless the sand.
Freedom's at hand, in the palms of the youth the leaders will learn they're damned.
We'll till the land, and leave the seeds for an army to bless the sand.
Freedom's at hand, in the minds of the youth the leaders will learn they're...damned.

The childrens hands, damned, the flesh repents, fuckin level it all.