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Better Men
05:42
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Bastard sons, have we all lost?
Our purpose and our cause.
'cause we're so wrong.
Guilted daughters, what have you lost?
Your dignity was paused.
Soiled and wronged.
All too often
Suffering in silence
While suffragettes awoke
To faded memories
No... Never Again.
These sins we make them walk with…
Hold a depth of weight that we, cannot, contend.
These scars we make them bear…
For we are not better men.
Broken mothers, who have all lost.
Their purpose for their cause.
But they weren’t wrong.
Absent fathers, who have forgot.
Abandoned and scattered.
Spoiled and rotten.
These sins we make them walk with…
Hold a depth of weight that we, cannot, contend.
These scars we make them bear…
For we are not better men.
We should be better men…
We are not better men...
No… Never Again.
These sins that we make them walk with
These scars that we make them bear
These sins that we make them walk with
We... Need to Be...
Better... Men.
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2. |
Dead Idols
04:24
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It’s time for us to
Scatter the ashes of a faded farce (a faded farce)
Bringing us closer…
Bringing us closer to the nothingness of somethingness
Now let’s praise a stone, a dream… a flailing memory.
Whatever gets us through this day with ease… it’s what you need.
Truth is it’s easier
For us to consume
All of the lies that we — we have been fed
Once we have accepted
that all of our idols are dead!
Were they ever here?
But were they ever even real?
Were they ever here?
But were they ever really?
It’s time for us to
Scratch at the past of a fading art (a fading art)
Bringing us closer
Bringing us closer to the somethingness of nothingness
Truth is it’s easier
For us to consume
All of the lies that we — we have been fed
Once we have accepted
that all of our idols are dead.
Once we have rejected
The truth that was in our heads.
Were they ever here?
But were they ever even real?
Were they ever here?
But were they ever really real?
it’s easier
For us to consume
All of the lies that we — we have been fed
Once we have accepted
that all of our idols are dead.
Once we have rejected
The truth that was in our heads.
Once we have accepted
that all of our idols are dead.
Once we have rejected
that all of our idols are dead.
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3. |
The Divergence of Man
04:45
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They’ll come a day
when... this loathing will spill
like... molten that has been natured
and nurtured in all
that... that we have deemed
worth glorifying.
Yet callously we march,
...following our place in line.
A self-destructive prophecy
that only profit sees.
But when this... comes undone.
What ensues.... next... will be what we deserve........ What. We. Deserve.
What ensues next will be what we deserve
A self-destructive prophecy
that only profit sees.
Shallowness run amok,
with a false sense of purpose.
It will leave us...
Will leave us all... fragile…. beyond belief.
We will be awestruck... in our ability to watch it burn
We will be awestruck... with our utter complacency
Like a slow-motion genocide.I wish I could respect, this commitment to our long haul suicide. Superiority is on its knees — on its knees
Now let us flow... without a sense of purpose.
With nothing in our minds...
Nothing but destruction.
It’s what we have earned.
It’s what we all deserve.
It’s all down-hill
It’s all down from here on out.
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4. |
Divided by Everything
02:31
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Go... at it, it’s fine.
The stakes aren’t that high.
It’s only the fight that’s our lives.
Like Lord of the Flies
In a “changin’ of times”.
We’re ready to rumble tonight.
Divided by, everything
Bonded by, division
So... Pathetic, the line.
For which we divide.
Like we are not all on one side.
Like blasphemous tides.
You’re in for a ride.
This left versus right is a lie.
Divided by, everything
Bonded by, division
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5. |
Pay to Prey
06:24
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The gift is... underscored by the takers.
The breath is baited... without weight is the scapegoat.
If we pay to pray, how long til we are bankrupt?
The moral fibers decayed, always...
And now we pass the plate.
So we can seal your fate...
Just build a bigger cross.
You’ll be closer to god.
The tellers tell the tale, of tasteless times
The sellers sell the sale, of salacious lies
The worth is... undervalued by traitors
The speech is weighted. Without place is the fate-full
If we pay to pray, how long till we are bankrupt?
The moral fibers decay, always...
And now we pass the plate.
So we can seal your fate...
Just build a bigger cross.
You’ll be closer to god.
The tellers tell the tale, of tasteless times
The sellers sell the sale, of salacious lies
Oh my lowly child, giveth up your tithe
For we need another palace in the sky
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Orchid's Curse Dartmouth, Nova Scotia
With over a decade of musical output, Orchid’s Curse create a beautiful amalgamation of brutal metal, progressive melody and intelligent thought provoking lyrics. Over the years, Orchid's Curse has shared the stage with: The Black Dahlia Murder, Children of Bodom, Every Time I Die, Exhumed, Cancer Bats, 3 Inches of Blood, Fuck the Facts, Misery Index. Alestorm and many more. ... more
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