Indefinable gesture unleashed to the people that once held the same belief
Breaking of faith in a moment is easier when they can’t pray up to Zion
Still under gestation, the breeding of unworried minds
But here the fear of reprisal is coming up over the sides

A lie to believe, unease taking full control
Thoughts that define life
And though we concede and give up the will to
Live, still we’re deceiving, all that behold

Denying reason, a base unfolding down, mistake relief for the sense of security keeping you bound

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And with shattered hope I dig, the sun in red sets, burns behind me
Given chase from above by these feelings of late being hostile, unfounded
Having devolved in thought and form, the weight of change falling on me
In a moment I find that the voices divine betting stakes in my life are taunting and hollow
No given help of any kind

Life for existence, I will fight with my might
From the kill, blood will spill in the fields of the mindless
With the sun, I will rise, when it sets, I will ride
For the honor of thy king, I will run through the darkness

While being crushed by not, but a glare, a sense of meaning passes by me
With the hand of a god bearing heavy and strong in the back of my mind I
Steal the control back from above, from the beings that gave me (life)

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Details pertaining to both sides--a system twisted
Coming of age by drinking pesticides
One number stenciled on a paper, stapled to the head
Will be the symbol of this . . . prison cell

(Seed) (your) steps unpleasant temporary
(Fields) unrest below millions marching

Behind obscene paths opened wide, the long way I am peeling off the blinds

Intending nothing, but the end
Said cycles shifting
An elevated sense of caving in

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Into the fire, of smoke and ashen memory
Felt fallen thunder from above and so below
A mass of casualties, awaiting life to pass as time slows
To a dream, and the dark takes control

Under skies alight with glowing death
A tremor underneath tears the heart and takes the breath
While the seconds move like days the weight of going under
Takes up root inside this space

Hear the haunt of apparitions grasping blind and
Desperate out crying, for a minute of relief
And as the bombs begin to fall away
You pray the night will save your life and get you through it all

Sincero me stesso
Sincere misery
Sincero me stesso
Death by blitzkrieg

Amidst the dying and the sickening
Dead you lay revolting in your misery
A blur of bullets, casings, bodies, painted in the street
With one less hand to fold you cower wildly in defeat

Here lies another name, pulled from the home, then buried below
It sticks as a reminder of a need to feel ubiquity
Aiming to be everywhere, a dog amongst civility

Wave as life leaves you now
Divine Comedy?
More like, getting knifed in the back while you’re down

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Dreams the only thing that keeps us sane
From the things within our brains, we deal with hate
We deal with greed we deal with hypocrisy

The courage in ourselves is seldom defined
What we hide inside no one else can find
See the difference of you and of me is in the dreams

Feed well on the lives, well on the cries
Well on the demons in our lives
Now deep within the demons grin
They hope that we never fight

War inside ourselves
Defines the balance of subconscious relief
And still they say do what you’re told boy
It will be okay some day

Sleep before the storm takes on the form of the strong and the ravenous thoughts aiming at loss and infesting the weakening parts
It comes with loss, the holes drilled are the cost
Likely exceeds the total capacity

War inside ourselves
Defines the balance of subconscious relief
And still they say do what you’re told boy
It will be okay some day

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Instrumental

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Buildings burning all are rising now, and finding blood blends well with ground, the will that feeds the mind breaks down and sending signals weak

Lying under piles of others then, found dying, long lost brothers, still the crying carries in the wind, and now the hope is thin

See the walls begin to fall, and we stand up to them all, lives are passing in the wind, and I can only hear the call of victory, now rise you fallen dead, it’s time to breathe in life again

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Newly dusted deceased carried on the wind, fragrantly thin, but once tasted, known within; told to the brain of its late origins; a bitter thought enough to rot the strong into it

You’re coming at me, I’m coming at you
And then there were two for the pyre
Breathing in flames at the end of all days
For those who would lay down (with fire)

A red, emblazoned path blackened into the ground, the smoke inhaled shows fitting prominence; and though we thought we cut connections from the lost abyss, unshaken dissonance has taken from us all our senses

In the end all that’s left is a husk where a mind should be, torn from the fire of a world robbed of all unity, and though there is no life left, none but the flames surviving, a picture stored in ash shows the weight of apathy

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Time passes by and then time it stands still but the ones that you love are the ones that you kill and you cannot escape what the fates have in store when the time finally comes that death knocks on your door.

How will you judge how this life you have lived Will impact all the world with the time that’s the gift And the way that you’ve come and the way that you’ve gone Will decide how in part your conscience will live on.
The years and decades of your life have been wasted On thoughtless pursuits and delights to the point of exhaustion But still you cannot quite escape the guilty feeling that has tormented your name.
The blood and the sweat and the tears and the fears That have passed in your wake as you’ve f ought all your peers With the might and the viciousness of life eternal Will finally catch up with you in hell’s inferno.
As you’ve grown old and realized all your errors You’ve come to the brink of existence and back. You cannot erase all transgressions with feeling Which now has erased what was left of your being.
And now it has come to the time to bow out I hope that with grace and good will I will doubt That you’ve understood all that I’ve given to you When the time finally comes that life will soon leave you.
Nella Memoria means to remember the friends that we’ve lost Nella Memoria means to remember the life that’s the cost.

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