Hardly a profit, no gift of foresight
You've succumbed to the obvious, on your pity party nights.
A beverage for the staunch, most likely to succeed, yet busy fucking crying on your scuffed bleeding knees.
Open your eyes and see the signs.
A search for the light, only leaves you blind.
Leviathans reign, a crushing grip devours your soul, and your pushed to sip.
Abstinent ladder climbers at full collapse, restart the cycle that your social scene lacks.
Oxygen thieves, with friends on their knees, I lift a beverage to those likely to succeed.
Drop of the inevitable, no doubt you'll be eating crow.
New lifestyle new wardrobe, proud to say I told you so.
Track Name: Kalki
No life behind those eyes
We follow obedient, absent of mind
Ignorant, obsessed with our disguise
Materials, to latch on to our lies
True faith is money
And God can only remain dead
Babylon only left with a singe
Forever prospers ahead
The age of hedonism, juxtaposed by compliance, devours everything
We constantly vocal, yet say nothing of worth.
A penny for your thoughts
Drop a fortune, to hear sweet fuck all
...Will a crescendo announce omega
Or remain silent again
Track Name: Count Your Blessings
Count your blessings, count the sheep in ya life, no sleep coming from idol thought or the strife.
Empty gestures only feed the glutinous beasts. Devils forged with sharpened teeth...
Does nothing for my betrayal, my apathy, I count your blessings (123)
I can clearly see, but fully lost my way.
And I laugh at back peddling on the choice I have made.
Become the monster, detach the reality..
Why fuck with something I've done so successfully.
Got an arsenal of excuses, an easy way back... and a laughter track.
Sentient, is a sentiment I have conveniently removed my thoughts... Hypocrite glassy eyed over his youths battles fought
(plagiarism of a plagiarism)
Count them blessings.
Track Name: Mercenary
Crushed by by the cold hands
Within Babylons grasp
Stared down by Devils
In friendship masks
Olive branch gestures
Infected with poison seeds
Not how I can help you
It's what you can do for me
Camaraderie, curse and a smile
Solidarity for a little while
I and I overstand, substance and style
Weak willed sycophants in denial
We all are guilty
Soul survivors are mercenary
Pledge false fealty
Every man an adversary
(We must all Crush The Demoniac)
Care for my own, me, and mine
Self preservation a state of mind
Mercenary, I see the signs
No ones ambitions are blind