From the 1996 release- "TACITURNITY" by Serifim Records.
Recorded at Danger Multitrack Recording, Providence, RI.
All Songs written by TIMES EXPIRED, copyright 1996.

Cold - I want to crack the ice around you. I would sacrifice myself to surround you with my soul. Hold me up to just let go. Watching me crawl, torturing me, killing me so slow. Make the wounds grow deeper and deeper. I'll grow grim like the reaper. Weep now, you're headed for the gate keeper. Cause I'm ahead of you, beheading the source that caused you to force our love to be lost. As I watch the seasons change, see suns drained by darkness, shocked as your feelings change for me.
For we will never be the same, will we? Don't say we never know who to blame. As I see you laugh at the words I say.  As I feel  the draft a cold wind takes you away. Cold- like the winter snow. Once again I've entered your realm where icicles exist. But my sickle twists, taking care of business. And breaking fear into the witness who was there. With this stare I glare to the atmosphere. At last spheres of heat flash down and the air around you wears thin. Melting the glaciers of ice that won't let me enter. Will you defend or surrender? As I watch you drift with this lifting breeze, I would offer warmth, but you would only freeze.

Cold

From the 1996 release- "TACITURNITY" by Serifim Records.
Recorded at Danger Multitrack Recording, Providence, RI.
All Songs written by TIMES EXPIRED, copyright 1996.

What has been burned will return. Coming in with the force of four seas. I foresee your false statements towards me will fall. Along with your whole foundation of rumors. It's time to surgically remove these like tumors. It humors me to see that you missed me. But when I was in front of thee, you didn't seem to diss me. It's only from behind that you find it the easiest time to speak your mind. Weak and blind. When my back is turned is when you show the most concern. I bet you wouldn't have that much to say if I  was facing towards your way. So now rising, dicing your style while you think you are the winner. Blink and you'll be a beginner. In a world of memory loss, every source of force soars of the tip of my tongue. Crosscheck you with the mic stand. Plan to be stranded in this land of misunderstanding. When I'm landing another verse. Call the hearse, I'm conjuring up a curse. Not for the better, but the worse. I'll make you feel like the sixth son out of the seven born. Always wishing there wasn't one behind you,  so you the read the mind of mine. And find out what drives ahead of the time rhymes that I shout, without doubt. About to  subliminally minimalize any individual that tries to visualize me demise, tell lies about me. Be advised to hide when I arrive.

Return

From the 1996 release- "TACITURNITY" by Serifim Records.
Recorded at Danger Multitrack Recording, Providence, RI.
All Songs written by TIMES EXPIRED, copyright 1996.

I've had enough of these suckas who suck cause the fucked us. They're running out of luck. And they also better duck when I struck once. Just like lightening, enlighten you with my mad skills, my pad spills like red blood, your head floods when I rip and tear at the microphone. I'll ignite your bones just like I'm handing out cremations. I dream nations and nations of people like you should be through when I slice the mic in two. I'm always on you like your darkest shadow. Paddle your way up the river when I deliver. Quiver and shake when I stake you like Vlad the Impaler. Get mad cause I failed you. It's sad cause I nailed the last spike into your coffin. You're coughing up. Like dirt, it might hurt. So open up and let me get inside. Steal your soul, feel me roll, try to hide. This is for the people who dissed this, you wish this was distant. For instance, you talk behind my back but you wanna keep your distance. Or prepare to be flame flashed, just like scorpion. There's a dark man behind my tame mask. Look in every direction, I took the election. All by myself, don't need connections or politics. Your power trips get sour drips, roll down your face when I devour quicks. You're always talking when I'm never there. Fear me when I spree I'm like on unknown seer, see things that happen. I laugh when I find out you're in it for the money. Now isn't that a funny little situation? I hate when you do this. It's a debate when I succeed to prove it's possible to make it without kissing ass. Bits of glass fill your brain when I reign. I see your disguise, and I feed off your lies. Now you'll realize, I will only rise.

Rise

From the 1996 release- "TACITURNITY" by Serifim Records.
Recorded at Danger Multitrack Recording, Providence, RI.
All Songs written by TIMES EXPIRED, copyright 1996.

Twenty-one years and the last six, stricken with sicknesses, stick in my mixed up mind. Split like slit wrists. Spit blood to the flood of the tears that I've cried. Combined with your screams, seems my dreams will not be seen. I've said a lot that I don't mean. Seems my dreams will not be seen. Am I just that worthless one you call your son? If I try to step inside will you just run? I'd like to stop this war that we've begun. But anger seems to be the only force that's won. Visions of words once spoke provoke me. Broken like hope, choke me, you hold the rope. A common ground is left unfound unless the sound of pounding loudness counts. Shouts that fill my mind with doubt, when I'm not what you're proud about. Yesterday was better than today. I'm deader and it isn't letting up. Beheaded myself by self-inflicted pain. You drain my thoughts just to drain. You may say that I have changed, maybe you're the one to blame. You're the ones that made my name, witness I am still the same.

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