THE TRUTH
Trust is pain, when It's renewed repeatedly to get you through,
guilt and shame you fall into with every step, and I can't save you.
You come with a front so I'll forgive you, Hide again, I'll still see you
TRUE, IN TRUTH, CONSUMED a wasted angel.
Blood you drew,you knew,rage would surface.
Face to face with me with swollen eyes, they've turned their backs, I refused mine. Speak of love, act out hate. Peace of mind's war you created. Broken promises are null and void. Wasted time without a point.
Senseless sentences you feed to me,soaked in the blood of veracity.
I see red each time your face hits light, In colors of spite you're the shadow. YOU HAVE 2 FACES I HAVE 2 PAIRS OF EYES
I SEEK THE TRUTH FINDING POISON LACED WITH LIES
YOU ARE THE TRIGGER I AM THE BULLET WOUND
SKILLS OF A GRAVE DIGGER USE THEM TO BURY YOU
Question why I go insane? My reply: Where is your brain?
How many times will the world turn in our lifetime before you learn?
Justice is blind, but it still serves. I've got a mind to give you yours.
You want me to burn in your trap but I won't let you sear my grasp.
MUSIC: Swiercz LYRICS: Keen SOLO: Swiercz
MISGUIDED TIME
Time, man's eternal fascination.
Alive, with the rise and fall of the sun.
From the point of origin known by none, it comes.
Our hands with which we pan hour glass sands,
are branded with the endless lines of age.
Life, a fragile page engraved, is soon erased.
Misguided time that's drained from me...Is leaving vengeful sympathy.
Drain it all away yeah.
Misguided time that bleeds from me...bloodless I am still diseased.
Bleed me all the way yeah.
Inside my mind I've built the shrine...for all misguided time.
With an endless script of pain yeah.
OUR HANDS PAN HOUR GLASS SANDS AND KEEP WHAT THEY CAN SO WE WRITE THE PAGE.
Flooding time with flames yeah.
?Koliko je sati? Why does it desert me? Why does it desert me?
Goodbyes behind eyes...the grinding rewind. Haunted memory train (X2)
GOODBYES....
MUSIC: Swiercz LYRICS: Keen
NINE FREI (INSTRUMENTAL)
MUSIC: Swiercz/Nelson SOLOS: Swiercz, Swiercz, Nelson, Swiercz
THE ART OF SIN
Though, undefined, infinate art of mind.
Time. Nigh. Find...The color to paint death.
Souls all disposed. Unexposed obsession.
GRIM...ARTISAN. ACTIVIZE, ACTUALIZE...The art of sin.
Capturing their fallen faces in mentally deranged embraces.
Completion endlessly erases.
Obsessive attempts to harness, love and grief berieved in darkness.
Funeral photographs to canvas.
Disinterested population his murderous justification.
Painting pictures for the news.
MUSIC: Scherrer/Swiercz LYRICS: Keen SOLO: Swiercz
KILL OR COWER
OUTBREAK...from hand shakes. ARMS RACE...secure to make.
Symptomatic mounting tensions spout evil of aggression.
EMOTIONAL REVOLT>>>>>>WAR RESULT......BOUT!
Global scale combat vail, placed on face with hammered nails.
Legions awaiting reason. Pressure builds till' hunting season.
Spilling blood with pens in hand. Ill demanded concessions for the lands.
Offspring of the efforts of power...The obscene choice to kill or cower.
ITS TIME....TO DRAW ....THE LINE
Blood of war for the nation's young and unborn, self-preservation,
mass support for the sacrifice.
Rebellious mobility. Disrespected neutrality.
Diamond tounges and iron fists, soon will cease to co-exist.
Put the plan in operation, biding time for battle stations.
Instant doom negotiations...DELIVER WAR DECLARATIONS
Commense your country's test, trench to trench as fields confess
DESOLATE RUIN AND DEATH
FORGE THE BLACKSMITH'S...first...CHAIN REACTIONS...war...SET THEM OFF WITH...thirst...HUMAN MADNESS...WAR
MUSIC: Swiercz LYRICS: Keen