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Chain Link
03:22
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Lyrics:
"Watch your back kid, there's no telling what they'll do when they get their hands on you."
We bleed these colors, hold our flags so tightly.
Breaking. Enter. Steal. Run.
Converting. All one at a time.
Understand, the money's enough to make a man desperate for it.
Skipping stones from the bench to the ladder.
Breadcrumbs in my tracks.
Keep the scent alive.
So the nest can be matched.
Just in case it goes awry.
And to think that's all you need to do to just save face.
Disturb the peace.
Stand at the attention and the chairs will grant you grace.
Do your best for business and you'll gather no resistance.
All the colors that can claim you will both burn brighter for a...
Taste of the glory you exude. (This is chaos control)
With both hands in red there's no end when you aim for the fence.
In the chain link.
Chain Link.
Double agent.
Play all of the sides that you can.
Rack up the points and leverage so that no one can ever take from you.
Remember the colors respect blunt force.
Blunt Force.
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Aether
04:37
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Lyrics:
The clock strikes with a hand full of insight.
(Ready to go, ready to die)
And I trust it, the voice in the aether.
(Ready to run, ready to hide)
The anchor, the spirit, and the sun are in danger.
From an imminent threat and I am the one to save them.
Something tells me death approaches.
And I'm their savior if I can find them.
The bodies still as the silent night.
"I need to get out, get out of this place."
Echoes her throat as the spirit breaks.
The sun has come to be set free.
The creak in the floorboard.
The light it comes to me now.
I am released.
The sun of the anchor is home to the darkest corner.
A total eclipse will silence the void in the air.
Am I the only one in here?
Am I still myself?
And like the lantern's light, the boy has lost his breath.
Am I in control?
(You must kill them all)
I am in control.
I will kill them all.
Fuck.
Upon the pedestal I stand, watching over my every sin.
Without your subconscious watered down, you will do as you're told.
Ensuring the end of both yourself and your family.
It's as if I could see your soul.
Illuminating who you are.
And you will take my voice and make it your own.
Innocence is inexistent.
I'm so sick of your self-righteous bullshit.
And only you will know the pain that ensues.
God will peel you from your pretentious crown.
And drag you down to Hell Himself.
I must kill them all.
Render its power obsolete.
She's looking red in the face now.
Bloodshot eyes.
Kill them.
Save them.
Kill them all.
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Nurture
06:05
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Lyrics:
We are all here for the culling.
Discord guiding our unity.
Chisel down the rock, wielding instruments taken from the fallen.
They used to talk, "we will conquer with the masses, passing onto every generation."
Bludgeoning, raping, and pillaging.
Summon all the anger, the misery, and the heartbreak.
We must take it back, we can't take this anymore.
Igniting the torches, raising pitchforks.
Stepping off the dead.
Leave no stool, no leg unturned.
Leave their pallid flesh indiscernible.
Breathing from the teeth, they're weak.
Bright to bleak, they seek mercy from us all.
They take. You take. We take. I take.
They don't let us off easy.
We won't let them off easy.
A hanging child in the eye of the suppressed.
A bloody drop on every cheek of the oppressed.
We are Death to the Death-bringers.
40 in the back room, 20 down the street.
10 more grasping at our uncalloused feet.
Wish us away and we will press down harder.
We won't yield until the field is (blood-soaked).
Piece by piece we will tear this fucker down.
The light set ablaze, burn the ring, burn the crown.
Let it be our own little burial ground, move.
Prisms and shapes let all the symbols turn to waste.
We'll let the Gods seal their fates.
It is time to choose between the Moon and the Sun, we are One.
Time like pages ripped from a book, seamless and elegant.
The wind like time passes through the endless rain.
My life, our lives, have come to be forcing the.
Founder of our lost souls just as lost.
I can fight between sand and shore.
My knees and feet, they're weakening, ripping the tyranny from its core.
(Are you ready to fight?)
We will fight between sand and shore.
Our hands and feet, they're weakening, receding from the pull of the ocean floor.
"Oh fearless leader won't you carry us from evil?
Or will we revel in the iron and metal?
Or take to flame as every woman and child are finally settled and are forced to bear witness to this sickness.
Our whole sad existence was due to vicious and unrelenting religious fiction."
How will it feel when it's all said and done?
The smoke clears.
The crown is thrown into the pit.
At which it once settled on.
And all this ash is lining the walls of my lungs.
And it is time for revocation, vengeance pulsing through our tear-ridden eyes.
I will be your demise.
I am not worthy of your allegiance.
60 in the back room, 40 down the street.
30 more clawing at my uncalloused feet.
Wish me away and I will press down harder.
I won't yield until the field is...
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Temerity
04:42
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Lyrics:
Subject One:
Young one, the path you walk it's the easiest traveled.
There are no others.
But young one, give me your hand.
The world doesn't end when you hit the seabed.
"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds.
Upon the heel that crushes it."
Both:
Just because you're standing on the road does not mean you can tell me where it ends.
Subject One:
Use your existence as a template for all the lives of those you've changed.
For the better or for the worse.
Subject Two:
Take one step closer.
You motherfuckers think that this is so easy like it's all just, "okay, close your eyes. And you'll be fine."
Well, this time they're right.
I'm jumping.
Subject One:
It will pass.
It will pass.
Subject Two:
Between water and sky, save my life.
Home is no longer where I can rest with the air and be who I want to be.
No, I can take every niche and every stitch with me down to the valley.
And by taking my life I know that it can't claim me.
It's inside of me.
One step forward in the wrong direction.
Do you think that she will carry me away?
Do you think she will carry me away as my final breath is lost in the wind?
I can almost taste the blood I'll spill from my own free will.
Subject One:
You are sadistic.
Why must you embrace such temerity?
Subject Two:
Do you think the shore will feel my pulse?
Impacting, colliding.
Subject One:
You can say and do as you will.
The sole purpose of your being will be burdening the earth.
The opposition. Ignominious.
Subject Two:
Home is no longer where I can rest with the air and be who I want to be.
No, I can take every niche and every stitch with me down to the valley.
And by taking my life I know that it can't claim me.
It's inside of me.
One step forward in the right direction.
Take me away to any place but here into violet waves.
(Between water and sky, save my life)
Save my life.
Subject One:
You could've been the voice of reason for yourself.
You could've been so much more than this. (Take me away to any place)
Now just a deadweight.
Of that there's no escape.
You aren't worth a grain of sand upon the heel.
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Turn Your Back
05:49
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Lyrics:
Overextension plants a border in your realm.
Leaving you dry.
You gaze into the curtain.
You peer into all there is.
And you turn your back.
And you turn your back.
And turn all of the others you can.
Your careful engineering.
Your gentle misdirection.
By design.
Repeat. Repeat.
Decay.
And you turn your back.
And you turn your back.
And turn all of the others you can.
So no one can see there's more.
There's more to life than this.
This branch of deception is systemic.
Intrinsically tied to the most personal and perpetual epidemics.
The trust it attempts to instill in its patrons.
Makes none to account for the world it's encased in.
You peer into the curtain, yet spare all the details?
Cherry picking.
Static.
You manage to build a collective.
Rather be drenched in lies and deceit.
Than lay the truth at your feet.
Assault the senses.
Assault your senses.
Insult your senses.
Generous intentions like the one you might have began with.
Or maybe never considered in the first place.
That defies your will and creates.
(The Good Thing)
Just don't say his name.
Don't say his name.
He's got nothing to do with it.
Must we keep diluting the impetus of the good things?
The good things we fail to cling to.
Is it the anthropomorphs' metamorphosis?
Is it Fear?
Is it Love?
Is it a good thing?
Is it a good thing to be given the world?
Is it a good thing to be given the world and dimension it like it's alternate?
And you TURN.
Turn all of the others you can.
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Altar
06:37
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Lyrics:
Tradition keeps the race afloat.
In keeping with the movement.
We hold the torch with the answers carried to us from ghosts.
Possibilities can only exist with sacrifices.
It's coming to the precipice.
Hand in hand, standing tall.
And we cannot manage without it.
We cannot manage without it.
This can only exist with our sacrifices.
Prosperity, sanity is tested through patience.
We need a vessel to pollute.
Injections begin.
All is safer thanks to your generosity.
We needed a vessel.
To contain the pressure.
Surrender your footsteps.
So others may follow.
We are lost to disease.
Surrender your footsteps.
So others may follow.
Forfeit your sons, forfeit your daughters.
Cementing your blood.
Success is a martyr.
(Successes the martyr)
Coagulation.
Set us free.
Bodies ailed cured by bodies frail.
Everything could be set ablaze less the gravity of life keeps us in check.
Tradition saves today.
Malpractice.
Lies.
Chemicals rush through the veins.
This coagulation keeps us safe.
Knife in hand.
The altar stops to pray.
Infections.
Erased.
After all of this, a pathway leads to a new day.
Carry the torch.
With the strength given to us by ghosts.
All from ghosts.
For if we cease the method, we cease to be.
We cease.
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Synovial Algonquin, Illinois
Synovial is a 5-piece progressive metalcore band from the Northwest suburbs of Chicago. Utilizing a blend of experimental elements in addition to a wide range of influences in and out of the metal spectrum, they've developed their own approach to the genre. ... more
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