Diablo 2 - Act II - Sewer

Embark on a sonic journey of faith with "Pressing Toward the Mark," the new 10-track album from Chris Manning.

This album is a deep dive into the foundational scriptures that guide and strengthen our walk with Christ. Each song, from the anthemic declaration of "The Armor of God" (Ephesians 6:10-18) to the ultimate promise of "All Things New" (Revelation 21:4-5), is crafted to be a personal anthem for your own spiritual journey.

The sound of the album blends an intimate, worship-forward core with sweeping cinematic and atmospheric textures. It’s music designed for both personal reflection and corporate praise, created to lift your spirit and ground your soul in the unshakable truth of God's Word.

My prayer is that these songs meet you wherever you are, offering strength for the struggle and hope for the road ahead. Let this be a soundtrack for pressing toward the mark of the high calling.

Blessings,
Chris Manning

Pressing Toward the Mark

All Things New

SMP | BPM130 | Policy (Subgun Mix) | 3.59

Summary:  This is the sequel to The Adventure of the Consulting Corpse. It's a serial with short plot arcs and long characterisation arcs. It follows John and Sherlock through the development of their relationship.
Rating: Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/691284?view_full_work=true#main

The Only One in the World

331-340  *Explicit

Rating: Explicit
Summary: Naturally, John was startled when suddenly the ultimate solution occurred to him: Marriage. This was, of course, a bit of a fundamental problem rather than an actual solution. One didn't simply use the words “Sherlock” and “marriage” within the same sentence. Not even in a hypothetical context.
(Five times John kind of wanted to propose to Sherlock, and one time he didn’t have to.)
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/3328727/chapters/7948449#workskin
Music: Gleam Of Light 2 by Keith Beauvais and Dave James

About Sleep and Coffee and the Existence of Fate

5 Absolutely Nobody is Shot

Those were the good ole' days
Red eye and plenty of bills to pay
Sheriff callin' on them cowboys
When I get enough money I'll escape to mars

We are restless
Never wanna feel helpless
We won't let anything stop us

We are living on the edge
Stuck in our own goddamn heads
Ohohohohoh we are coming back to earth

In our dreams we fly like gods
Long to shoot through space and see the stars
Just to feel the amber waves of stellar healing

Hunting bounty for a chump change
Imagine the devil, and he may show his face
System rotten from top to bottom
Maybe we gotta make a change

We are reckless
Never wanna feel helpless
We won't let anything stop us

What the hell are we waiting for
Just know that
We are coming back to earth

In our dreams we fly like gods
Long to shoot through space and see the stars
Just to feel the amber waves of stellar healing

Stellar

Ha! Thought this would be a challenge
Suspect resisted arrest
Until we shot him
Apparently not

Just when tradition
Lost it's justice system
When it's a crime to know
When it's written official
We'd just make you wrong with

Law!
Make you wrong with law

Maybe
If we pay them
We could be

Gone!
Running from the law

Baby
We can make it
Can't we escape it?
We'll be livin' life in paradise
Sunshine on our smiling faces

Well, bring the hook
Leave the message for the people
In the streets
Where's your mom?
In front of heaven
Waiting 'till I come break down the gates
Whoaohaohaoah

Do you know what you really want?
When you
Don't care at all if we're going far

This day do what you really want
Sounds like you need some desire
Please just try and fight the feeling to sigh

Say what you mean, not what you claim
We could change the unnecessary
'Cause it's taking over
Chase what you need, not what you crave
We could be revolutionary
Instead of getting slower

Do you know where you need to go?
When you tend to wind up at a show?
Let's clear our heads and take a shot

'Cause we just make you want it
Make you want it all

Thoughtcrime

Finally, the show is starting
We're operational
Sit back, the magnificent
Soon will be coming up for air
We will once again rise from the depths
It's not for me to say
Whether they are sane or tame

To a standing crowd
We cry out
Told to entertain the notion
"We play with fire"
Yet never been more cold

If breaking up a family
For slavery is worth it
Maybe we
Rule the earth and don't deserve it

Our existence has consisted
Of the mission to control
And still we claim
That we're the only ones to have a soul
And there are some who will try to use you
Only to cast you in the dirt
Sour men who wish they owned the world

With nothing else but
Fangs and fins
I can't deny that I
Wouldn't kill them
Like some kind of child, oo
Raised in prison
Like some kind of pride it's
Sink or swim

Could you even imagine
A loved one
Never coming
Home
And never know
If they're alive
Ain't nothin' worse

Haven't you ever wondered
Why we close our eyes to the blood in the water?
Humanity sees in black and white but can't see

Our existence has consisted
Of the mission to control
And still we claim
That we're the only ones who have a soul
And there are some who will try to use you
Only to cast you in the dirt
Sour men who wish they owned the world

Finally, the show is starting
We're operational
Sit back, the magnificent
Soon will be coming up for air
We will once again rise from the depths
It's not for me to say
Whether they are sane or tame

With nothing else but
Fangs and fins
I can't deny that I
Wouldn't kill them
Like some kind of child, oo
Raised in prison
Like some kind of pride it's
Sink or swim

Up For Air

What cruel desire
Is tempting me?
A spotless mind
What comes and brings you alive?
Add 'er up and count the days
How many words? Oh that's too bad...
Fuck me! Computing errors shutting me down

Loving to be right all the time
And still I'm frequently reminded
I'm logically dry
When my cynical thoughts
Keep leaking
Can't stop the bleeding

Lately nobody talks with honesty
It's all a facade
Fucked up facade!
Nobody really cares 'bout what you think
Wait for the applause
Hollow applause
Woah, hollow applause

We all hope to live and breathe
Growing old to grow our seeds
Eventually we realize
The ones we love
One day will leave
Can't you see?

Time flies by so fast
We're oblivious to all outside needs
When all I ever wanted
Was to be living life again
Time flies by so fast
We're oblivious, and it makes us happy
And all I ever wanted
Was to be living life again
Like I belonged again

Seven billion seperate realities
Existing at once
Could they all be false?
Maybe the way we've been taught is
Fundamentally flawed
Stain of God
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Why can't we all see
We talk the walk of zombies? Yes sir
Meanwhile, I'll drink away my time with you

Maybe the way we've been taught is
Fundamentally flawed
Maybe it's God

Lately nobody talks with honesty
It's all a facade
Fucked up facade!
Nobody really cares 'bout what you think
Wait for the applause
Hollow applause
Woah, hollow applause

I see the gears
Turn in your head
Grinding away at the thought of your death
Light the fires, fall in formation or be damned!

Once
Twice
Strike with favor divine!
We are transient
Valfather, soon I will be by your side
(Honor will never die)

Facade

The Double Toasted podcast review THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR.

THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR - Double Toasted Audio Review

The Double Toasted podcast review AMERICAN SKIN.

AMERICAN SKIN | Double Toasted Audio Review

Ryan Devlin - vocals
Chris Dower - guitar
Clayton Pratt - drums

Stellar

CORELIA

Related tracks