Album Name : Digital Veil
Release Date : 2011-03-08
Song Duration : 7:29
Human Abstract Antebellum
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth and sold them off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around
Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate
Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war with their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
The battlefields are colored with the egnominy stained creed, with their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise into this world
Kneeling and trembling before him
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth and sold them off to thieves,
Now we sell ourselves around.
Waiting on knowledge, fed to us with a plastic spoon.
Consuming the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased, with every word spoken today
Make what you will and understand, a typical feud nurtured, over many moons passed
Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war with their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
The battlefields are colored with the egnominy stained creed, with their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise into this world
Beyond the drought worn hillside, a figure appears as the cumulus over us darkens, we look up to face our fears
And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and proclaims
"Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered simpletons. You have nowhere to hide, bow before me."
The regiment’s morale dwindles
As they stare at me I yell, "As we perish may our blood that spills, be not taken in vain, giving us eternal continuance."
And as he slaughtered them all one by one, I watched from a distance, waiting for the chance to raise my hand
"No more, will I be under your manipulation"
I thrust forward, with my perceptive glove, gathering all my strength, thou shalt now disappear,
Bruised and beaten, severed head in hand.
The archetype has failed.
We’ll never forget...
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth and sold them off to thieves,
Now we sell ourselves around.
Waiting on knowledge, fed to us with a plastic spoon; with a plastic spoon
Regiments of disconnects with their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise.
Battlefields colored with creeds.
Their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise into this world.
