I look up prick in the dictionary, 
It's something like thorn wounds from a Bush,
And eight years later we gave him a push,
Maybe we should take a look at the books.
How to react to the common fact,
That maybe what's next might be the same?
And they say it's the people who are to blame,
When it's the politicians who put us to shame.
Well it's just me;

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

I felt like they felt in history,
The same old thing as sixty-nine,
And they tell me "don't worry it will all be fine."
But their fucking pockets are deeper than mine.
They try to cover our eyes and ears,
Putting those filters on TV.
Censoring what we hear and what we see,
When they're all teeming with disease.

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

Spit-Single

Spit

Introspection from a
dead reflection through a
shattered prism

faced deception
from a poor intention
causes war's invention

separated sides
entangled by the flowing lies

more distraction from a
corporate bedlam
so much wretched tension

death's confession
in a new religion
full of second guessing

distance has decided
how much room our shadows have to hide

forcing all our time
into categories of the mind

riding on the tide
the ending matters if we tried
debating our own lives
to an empty adversaries eyes
left lonely with our missing gods
and a solitary picket line
begging for a love that's blind
never satisfied with
what we find

Bogota

Hot Build

Lyrics:

So small a speck beside the cosmic,
Macro into a bigger concept,
Expanded window to the conscious,
Reduced to nothing in the process.

Evolved another sleeping giant,
Set free inside the temple garden.
Transmute the heart to seek a target,
Puts you in a coma even though you had a spark left.

Rise up and clear the mist from your eyes it's time.
Awakening behemoth's dream for the chosen chance to defy.

Misfired another broken arrow,
Cuts bone deep down into the marrow.
Poisoned the blood, the throat is narrow
Pull the body out inside a barrow.

To throw the stone inside a glass house,
Opens your skin when it comes down.
You leave the mess upon the carpet.
So walking on it gets your foot slit.

Before you come to a decision,
Take a closer look at the incision,
Dig in until it blurs the vision.
Pass out; in fades a new dimension.

Reason is wrong without the info.
Misguide your choices to the wrong truth.
More likely to erode the future;
Than find your soul a source of real food.

Shatter foundations to the walls you're inside.
The rubble sent asunder in a tide as you fly on through to the sky
From the abyss Leviathan is your guide.
A mastering demeanor shows the sleeper how to see through the lies.

The gods despise our words and deeds as we try.
To loosen up the hold on the noose when they left us here to die.
Put down your opiate and be present for the signs.
The slumbering is ending now and the beast inside is alive.

Behemoth's Dream

Lyrics: 

Yeah, too many times 
I have stumbled to the temple 
yeah too many times 
your absolution has left that guilt inside 

I'm taking chances 
with the reflection 
of another man's god 

yeah too many people 
are all distracted by the rest of their own kind 
yeah too many people 
playing the victim of their own device 

I'm taking chances 
with the perception 
of another man's eyes 
you were the reason 
for hesitation in a confident mind 

the constant desire to seek the rules for reality from an outside source has led us so far astray, 
we can no longer naturally see what needs to be seen and as a species it has left us open to the fuckin' fray, 
but if we could just understand for one fucking second that the answer is not outside but within us all, 
well then my friends we just might stay alive, 
but if we continue as we have, looking at an empty temple, well my friends as a species, I can guarantee 
we will not survive 

I'm taking chances 
with the dimensions 
of another man's life 
you live without logic, ruled by emotion 
now look at where we are

Empty Temples

Lyrics:

I Failed to recognize
My own dissatisfied
Dance with temptation
And poor disguise
Trying to demonize
What's behind my eyes
A vortex of sorrow
And a grim point of pride

Grim point of pride
Conquered all mine

True or false process
Is the only guide
Attempting navigation
Vibrations in time
Ebbing like the blood inside
Honestly I've never tried
A square peg in a round hole
With a suspicious smile
Feeding on a fool's milk
A strength built on lies
Disregarded fallen
To focus my eye

Feeding on a fool's milk
A strength built on lies

Alabama Trainwreck

Lyrics:

Animating the dead again 
To sell you what is given freely 
Chasing dragons and folding fools 
Driving all to golden ending 

Rise above the shadow 
Leave the fear that lives inside the lines 
Be your own savior 
Bring yourself back to the light 
When you're in the masses 
Don't be afraid as space gets tight 
Just rise above the shadow 

Every second you're standing still 
The thrill is killed so move already 
Smashed from all sides into useless 
Broods keeping the decline going steady 

the lies are ringing hollow 
removed accountability and pride 
give strife to your brothers 
Cling to doubt push love aside 
Starved in saturation 
Consuming everything in sight 
There's life outside your shadow 

The constant calling facade of an empty conversation 
Thoughts jeopardized by social cries of endless indignation 
Validation not recognized in time breeds deprivation 
Failure to fully empathize decides lines of situation 
Disposable intellect has shown its grace on all our faces 
Illuminating a winding slide to darker and lesser places 
Fumbling with what we grasp from other worldly spaces 
Manifested the tortured grind to what the current state is 
Once you open your eyes to crimes of your kind you find you're off the team 
Patronizing the vile side that blinds the tribe to transgressions they set free 
Deeper than you thought possible the silent part of you needs to scream 
Fall behind then clear your mind finally decide to just walk away 
The cross they make us all carry to the death of truth is never heavy 
Dominated from the day we're born to Stretch you so they see right through 
If you're gonna talk about sacrifice you make sure your nails are ready
Best believe you need to follow through, lest they get their fingers in you 


The glass canyon echoes 
Constant calling of the wolves 
Signals sunken shepherds 
To the thundering of the horseman's hooves 
Open the flood gates 
To the barren fields of truth 
Then rise above your shadow

Scatter

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