"Antipodean Proxy" (2018)
One hundred years today, we've stood in silence
Fraternal despots slipped inside our doors
Tenets of our path now filled with violence
Days of yore return to raze once more
They've come to steal your children, They've come to steal your soul
Truth is quelled by hollow words from puppets
Masses pursue cloaked dung as precious gold
Favor served to those who pay in silence
Examples made of those outside the mold
They've come to steal your children, They've come to steal your soul
We deem indulgent men, to feed the hunger in the void, deny responsibility for ourselves
When the time has come, and you're standing all alone, concocted terms can lead you straight through hell
Sixty years today, we poise in contrast
The tighter we could grasp, the more we lost
Dazzled by the ruse, we wondered steadfast
and noble boundaries at once were crossed
They've come to steal your children, They've come to steal your soul
We deem indulgent men, to feed the hunger in the void, deny responsibility for ourselves
When the time has come, and you're standing all alone, concocted terms can lead you straight through hell
We deem indulgent men, to feed the hunger in the void, deny responsibility for ourselves
When the time has come, and you're standing all alone, concocted terms can lead you straight through hell

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Art is an outlet for the soul to bleed living images of a pure emotion into others. When not adulterated by sophism, greed, or pride, the result can be the creation of a new universe within the psyche of an attentive listener. If I can learn to bleed as much as I attend, maybe I can find peace through being understood "in a way words cannot describe".

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