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This barrier of concept
This wall of the dead
I will not be held down with endless regret
You have got to break away from the art of breaking your neck
Contemplating on the existence of walls that you create
In the end you're nothing but a fossil of your hate
Pat yourself upon the back for throwing the dogs a bone
Remember this in torment and know that you've been warned
I wake up every single day
And I'm telling myself again and again
This is where it ends
The draining pace of a generation comes to end
I will not bow down to the price of what you call a man
These liberated thoughts have flooded through my battlefield
Now watch us as we take down all these armies of the blind
Take my hand, before the crossroads
Naked as the unborn child that you have labeled as your faith
Turn your back, reprogramming how you think
Words become the undertow unless you live them out
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My faith and your words are playing Russian roulette
And I’m scared that there are no bullets left.
One of us is already dead
The question is, which one of us has lost his head
The point is that there was only one perfect man
We’re all barely breathing, neck deep, surrounded by sinking sand
Blinded by ignorance, don’t forget your calling is to lend a hand
Just be certain that you’re preaching calls for cleansing of the darkness in our heads
Be a man keep your promise and be honest about the letters that are written in red
If every word you spit was a bullet, is it for our good or would we all be dead?
In a perfect world, we would all be prophets; we would keep our word.
Of living a life that is holy and be the change that this world deserves
I’m not here to please you
Take a breath and let the word of Christ speak
Take me away
Let the words of the Almighty carry me home, to a grace no living man has ever known
The body of Christ is breaking beneath us, but we have redemption in Jesus
This dying world is coming unglued, but we have so much left to do
Break every chain keeping humanity bound
When a divided world breaks, you will hear seven trumpets sound
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2 Thessalonians 1:5-9
"This is evidence of the righteous judgment of God, that you may be considered worthy of the kingdom of God, for which you are also suffering— since indeed God considers it just to repay with affliction those who afflict you, and to grant relief to you who are afflicted as well as to us, when the Lord Jesus is revealed from heaven with his mighty angels in flaming fire, inflicting vengeance on those who do not know God and on those who do not obey the gospel of our Lord Jesus. They will suffer the punishment of eternal destruction, away from the presence of the Lord and from the glory of his might"
You have tasted the fruit from the tree
So out of my love for you I showed you mercy
But you fought for control so you rejected me
Depart from me ye cursed, everlasting
You have felt true love in its purest of forms
And knelt before the throne, wrapped in my arms
But you refused to surrender so you rejected me
Now depart from me ye cursed, everlasting
You will no longer feel comfort or love, everlasting
Fear is the only thing that will live on, everlasting
Eternal separation, from the one true King of kings
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I am the one that deserves nothing but death
Though I am the one that will receive life
Transgressing your laws oh God
I became your enemy
And I have seen the darkest things inside of me
All my crimes against the throne I can't recall
I was born a criminal
But I will die a pardoned son
Because Innocence chose to die for a wretch like me
Though it should have been me, hanging for my sins
Humiliated before my friends and family
He drank the cup poured out for me
Surrendered his life in place of mine, yet still to lead me to lose my life
Blood money paid my debt
I found the darkest things inside of me
And I am desperate for a pardon
If His blood is my ransom, then I am free indeed
Three nails, spilled His blood
And now My name is written on His heart
When the Lamb calls his children
Will you be remembered?
Will you be remembered?
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I can’t feel a thing
We’re laying side by side inside this room together
Steady pulse, yet hollowed out in this decaying process
Breathing heavy I’m content, but never satisfied
All of you was just never enough
This life, this lie, a facade
As breaths shorten and pulses fade
I cannot seem to get this out of my mind
Are we human, are we human?
Is this all that is left?
Is this all that is left of me?
God is this all that is left of me?
The urges constantly incline
I’m slowly dying over time
God is this all you have left for me?
This world has fed me complacence
Slowly dying and it’s fine
God is this all that you have left for me?
She gave up everything her body had to give
Every sense of self worth
Now I know it could never be enough
Why? What have I done?
I can’t bear to even look at myself right now
I’ve been standing over all my sin for hours on end
I need more, I need more
Exhausting every outlet of passion
I’ll give in to anything just to stop the shaking
Consumed by a sinking ship in the depths of an ocean
I gasp for air as I drown in my shame
But I just can’t bare to face it
God forgive me for all that I’ve done
Let your grace redeem my broken life
For what it’s worth, this is my confession
I have witnessed and took part in the ruining
Of so many once innocent souls
I took what’s left of her body
Bought and sold for next to nothing to a thousand empty souls
In hopes to fill an endless void
I have ruined all remains of a conscience
Oh God what have I become?
I took what’s left of her body
Bought and sold for next to nothing to a thousand empty souls
in hopes to fill an endless void
God I am begging you,
For the sake of us all, just put an end to this
God I am crying out,
For what purity remains, just put an end to me
My existence succumbs to filth
Again and again and again
That guilt was the mark across His back
His blood covers even self inflicted wounds
By grace I am redeemed
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The congregation of the damned
Gather in the serpentine sabbath
In honor of their leader
The great deceiver
Bearing the brand, symbol of death on their head or hand
Crying out the number of him who is in their command
(Six, six, six)
How could you stoop so low?
Didn't you know the consequence of choosing him?
His words will be silenced
As his teeth hit the back of his throat
I will curb stomp the devil
Where the streets are paved with gold
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Thank you to everyone that made this EP possible: Indiegogo supporters, Shannon Low, Bryce Stabe, Thomas Hirst, Greg Sutton, Samuel Stephens, Mark Young, Miah Lajeunesee, Colin Marks, and anyone else that helped this release become a reality.
