ARCHITECTS lyrics - Lost Forever // Lost Together

Gravedigger

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An iron fist in a velvet glove Another vulture posing as a dove So you have no shame? Look at what you've become You are the reason we are bitter and then some They sing of saviours, we sing of sorrow But we're still holding on for dear life You sold us all down the river I hope you choke on the vows that you failed to deliver You said you'd change the world, but death still flies east The blind lead the blind, so we bomb for peace Grave digger, there's blood on your hands You built this empire on salt and sand Not all is fair in love and war History repeats, we've seen this all before We've given the vampires the keys to the blood bank They say the more things change, the more they stay the same Whilst the liars leech, the crooked preach So lie through your teeth, lie like you mean it It beggars belief, do you really think that we still fucking believe it? You fucking parasite There's no room in here for an honest man Only callous and cold hearts Grave digger, there's blood on your hands You built this empire on salt and sand Not all is fair in love and war History repeats, we've seen this all before Oppressor, you built this empire on salt and sand. An iron fist in a velvet glove Another vulture posing as a dove So you have no shame? Look at what you've become You are the reason we are bitter and then some

The Mayor And The Crook

AESOP ROCK "Float"
No more pencils no more books I built the city out one brick I had a mayor and a crook I made the crook stab the mayor then slay himself in the guilt I stole the brick back and migrated east, now let's build Every tenderfoot cadet better they be slit-throat percentages Chicken penmanship tied the thirteenth knot (Hangman) I arrange panoramics of a plastic catalogue And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring I'll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes And she'll bring the cadavers set em' free and let em' feed The devil tree penciled me in but I slept thick through my alarm sock Slick Willy hid in the barn while farmer charmed the crops And I'm a warden My tongue is full of glass Because I promised my friend I'd chew up the bottle If he truly drank the poison I'm alienating the mating man to the high ride, base tied Face mine's and make God clones We can manufacture medicine Cut into 5-digit slide clock the essentials in (I'll be a bill collector) My destinies resting with red worms chewin" off the carcass anyway Let me slay artists for tips in the penny tray By the way if that diamond ring don't shine That's cause I bought it at the five-and-dime but don't neglect the sentiment I'll pedal my tricycle through the f-5 logistics of a twister Soaked in the religions of a nit-picker [Chorus] If I botched the operation I apologize (sorry) The air's rooted in carbon I'm but a mortal archer parked in amber waves of starlets I'm fresh out of Geppeddo's woodwork asylum Cedar frame, wire-bound knuckles Let a tug of the puppeteer steer my hustle Well when a page becomes a squire, re-engage, clap your wings When a noble's demoted hope it don't sucker-punch the colony But when the catapult releases lease your claims behind the bunker And fasten stinger pageant results to the public eye (glory hunter) Is it genuine enough to feel baby felon Negotiate comradery of wills Hows this my little loom Perv surgeon with dirty dominion monitor boxes Hovering inches 'bove pertinent urchin toxins Now y'all ain't excused from table side Till the dinner plates fly Slurping' liquid happy citzen enhancer I got this slicky sycamore head shaker Mimic stitch and splinter entry Thereby filtering citizens hit-man prior to acts descending (tight) Cats know the ambiance calm beyond comparison Captive, passive spring loaded serenity I'm trying to give this city acupuncture Shovin one-way pins in subway systems Stand up where I'm layin, now that a runway vic (push) Made you go batty, spreading spawn legitimate Spice the bishop, sever the ties, splinter the kinship See every now and again I love life but hate to admit it Cause it spreads the jinx on a sleeping cynic [Chorus] I'm quadruple six plus scruples category mayhem stems So one overlooked the scene including loopholes When Christ studies the return ramifications I'll burn the campus to impress him Then rock like medusa glances You ran the final mile before the blanks blow Home alone sippin beetle juice Just to numb and then shimmy the needles loose I built a castle out of fifty-two cards Plus jokers with an image Modern theory jars us while remaining harnessed to the vintage I'm mad at how far this is dishonoring Occam's Razor But it seemed so being fatigued knuckle work (labor) I've patched the little leakage in the shell around my greed In case Tommy Turbulence located the matrix then impedes ...

Legal Tender

Hades
(inspired by the work of Edgar Allen Poe) I. Red Death It was a time when life was short Long devastated was the land Never had there ever been A more fatal plague against all man Pungent pain, sudden faintness Your energy begins to fade As you stand there somewhat daunted You know 'Red Death' is on it's way Blood, blood, blood and more blood Profuse bleeding at the pores You watch your blood slowly sizzle As your flesh dissolves some more Screams of anguish, blood still flowing Pollutes the ground a rotten red Your time has come, you must meet your maker As you slip into the valley of the shadow of death II. The Prince's Master Plan All men feared this great disaster But the valiant Prince had the only answer For his majesty and his chosen ones The inception of new life would free them of contagion Magnificent it was this structure of seclusion Surrounded by these walls so massive yet elusive The gates were welded shut impervious to those forsaken Never letting go of the souls that were taken There was beauty, there was wine Ambrosia and sweet nectar Flowing from within All appliances of pleasure Inside the Master-Plan Providing noble lunacy Outside the palace gates 'Red Death' just sits and waits for you Narration: It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospreo entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence... Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849) III. The Masquerade including the Twelfth Hour and Return of the Red Death Bizzare it was seven chambers Held this jubilee except for one It stood alone, the western wing Where no one shared it's offerings Blood tinted panes, brazier or fire Projects it's rays A clock stands tall, ominous It warns of death so soon to be So loud, so deep the guests pay heed The dissonant ring of ebony The crowd goes pale as darkness Shrouds the maskers in their revelry Then as the echos ceased A light laughter spread through the assembly And all is well Until the next chiming of old ebony The ebony clock struck the twelfth hour And everyting ceased as the revellers cowered The pendulum swings all still, all silent Save the voice of old ebony As the last chime died and sunk into silence Soon it was felt a presence so strange Tall and gaunt who is this masked figure Shrouded in habiliments of the grave? His blood splattered mask bore a striking resemblence The countenance of a rigid corpse He stalked to and fro in a slow, solemn movement Enraging the Duke, invasion of his sanctuary 'Seize him, unmask him, ' commanded the prince 'Who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? You'll hang at sunrise! ' Not a person came forth it seemed like all was lost As the intruder make his way unimpeded An anon he went on trugged through each chamber Where the music once swelled and the dreams lived on and on The prince in pursuit dagger drawn aloft As the figure retreats to the seventh chamber He suddenly turns, a piercing sharp cry Now the Prince lay dead in the hall of the velvet... Then summoning the wild courage of despair, A throng of revellers at once threw themselves Into the black apartment, and seizing the mummer, Whose tall dark figure stood erect and motionless Within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped In unutterable horror at finding the grave Cerements and corpse-like mask, which they Handled with so violent a rudeness, untenated By any tangible form. And now was acknowlegded the presence Of the Red Death. He had come as a thief In the night and one by one droppd the revellers In the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, And died each in the despairing posture of his fall. As the life of the ebony clock went out With that the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness And Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all... Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)

Masque Of The Red Death

Hades
(inspired by the work of Edgar Allen Poe) I. Red Death It was a time when life was short Long devastated was the land Never had there ever been A more fatal plague against all man Pungent pain, sudden faintness Your energy begins to fade As you stand there somewhat daunted You know 'Red Death' is on it's way Blood, blood, blood and more blood Profuse bleeding at the pores You watch your blood slowly sizzle As your flesh dissolves some more Screams of anguish, blood still flowing Pollutes the ground a rotten red Your time has come, you must meet your maker As you slip into the valley of the shadow of death II. The Prince's Master Plan All men feared this great disaster But the valiant Prince had the only answer For his majesty and his chosen ones The inception of new life would free them of contagion Magnificent it was this structure of seclusion Surrounded by these walls so massive yet elusive The gates were welded shut impervious to those forsaken Never letting go of the souls that were taken There was beauty, there was wine Ambrosia and sweet nectar Flowing from within All appliances of pleasure Inside the Master-Plan Providing noble lunacy Outside the palace gates 'Red Death' just sits and waits for you Narration: It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospreo entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence... Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849) III. The Masquerade including the Twelfth Hour and Return of the Red Death Bizzare it was seven chambers Held this jubilee except for one It stood alone, the western wing Where no one shared it's offerings Blood tinted panes, brazier or fire Projects it's rays A clock stands tall, ominous It warns of death so soon to be So loud, so deep the guests pay heed The dissonant ring of ebony The crowd goes pale as darkness Shrouds the maskers in their revelry Then as the echos ceased A light laughter spread through the assembly And all is well Until the next chiming of old ebony The ebony clock struck the twelfth hour And everyting ceased as the revellers cowered The pendulum swings all still, all silent Save the voice of old ebony As the last chime died and sunk into silence Soon it was felt a presence so strange Tall and gaunt who is this masked figure Shrouded in habiliments of the grave? His blood splattered mask bore a striking resemblence The countenance of a rigid corpse He stalked to and fro in a slow, solemn movement Enraging the Duke, invasion of his sanctuary 'Seize him, unmask him, ' commanded the prince 'Who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? You'll hang at sunrise! ' Not a person came forth it seemed like all was lost As the intruder make his way unimpeded An anon he went on trugged through each chamber Where the music once swelled and the dreams lived on and on The prince in pursuit dagger drawn aloft As the figure retreats to the seventh chamber He suddenly turns, a piercing sharp cry Now the Prince lay dead in the hall of the velvet... Then summoning the wild courage of despair, A throng of revellers at once threw themselves Into the black apartment, and seizing the mummer, Whose tall dark figure stood erect and motionless Within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped In unutterable horror at finding the grave Cerements and corpse-like mask, which they Handled with so violent a rudeness, untenated By any tangible form. And now was acknowlegded the presence Of the Red Death. He had come as a thief In the night and one by one droppd the revellers In the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, And died each in the despairing posture of his fall. As the life of the ebony clock went out With that the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness And Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all... Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)

Blue In The Face

AESOP ROCK "Appleseed"
[Aesop Rock:] Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold of ugly tenements Oh distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby developments Today summon the rug rat oblivious to what's delicate Tomorrow siphon imperfection out the fetus prior to selling it There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port to accord it Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers the pouring's half the entry Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry hinging our binging on Public picket fencing Squirming in terms in conditions of un-satisfact destiny magnet Where the ebony should of cracked shit ratio tragic Lose sight suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants I post froze in a blaze at a grand combustion A leader's deception connection wiper with a barn responds his friend With an eye socket full of needles and a will to die for nothing And that's glory abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable for common slum cats And the lemmings will follow you to the blood bath All aboard that awful train through shames patch where I'd trade my window Seat for one pane of replacement stain glass, see I bow to the the gods of opacity I don't mind y'all looking in, it's just watching Sin City steam slips under my skin And I'm about half way to nausea, half way to contentment 2 halves post made a dance evoked a whole lot of resentment Build a pen around master dome patriarch close to four peters Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines suitably ingenious Let's soak my feet in lake infinity the time vibe strapped to dignity my Symmetries vivid image still can't mimic the victory comfort is a drug and I'm numb as fuck Yet some prefer the hum and others tend to suck the life out of the crux like One, two, three, four, and I'm a tug dummy hug the hungry pull the lever push the button Drink the garbage split the homage reap the harvest target everyone Beckon eyes idols that have a malleable colony till the fire ant dropped the Sweet leaf grief your dreams a needle in a needle stack claiming safety pin physics Baby tin blizzards collide while ole iron sides trust the rivets I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot lit when I know they Know they owe all thanks to the end all Aesop Rock shit watch this Build me a home; build me a home of brick and wood and everything good With a front porch where I can jar fire flies by night And smoke stogs till the day meets twilight Build me a home, build me a home with a green grass hill with running a water In a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of foreign flowers Build me a home with a basement and an attic Where I can store remnants of the day I once slept in build me a home No skull is sacred in the races Locked in a pagan doctrine watching born again faces gamble up patience fail blatant Ochre and sienna war paintings stain plague community harking as wrapped It's overlooking out crops Give you one life to laugh at catalog bliss on The least common attachment ten seconds of glittering silence Pilot is flight redefine stagnant Most emotions host an entire lesson Congressional less one stone merely for the exceptional spectacle now Listen the pause heed tall falls the voidance of the suit dispersed Await a straightened arrows a perfect circle has been fastened to the Blimp side buy in my grin and clusters that's better than colony my own Fathers son is the holy ghost suck that theology I king for a day of Peasant for a pleasant life blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids Spots runaway pirates look I despise squatters with a, ohh, cry me a River a quarter how'd you afford that dog and sour dialogue I put my hook in the pond I put my worm In the hook I put my trust in the worm That he'd bring me something to cook I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can On my pole with a note from the worm attached that Read, "Thanks for nothing asshole! " Simple parables of nature making Character giddy and riddle me a similar situation mix city quick put Your honor on the line doors to the monks blood thirsty barracuda Serpents and report on powers of devil treatment church links I'm a Fence sitter lips torn by both polars and their working I can only model throttle at the dream catching matching a patchy holist with a Sovereignty harbored and charged my hate breed in a minute he's picket Spitting stitches to fix the britches in the gaps one night I broke in Bridges give us traps and tried to walk to get stogs just like hop Scotch between polar caps and I'm, blue in the face when every second is a waste of breath Making that classic mockery of every step Oh build me a home, build me a home please with a light in the window and A red front door and a picket fence and a fire place and a sturdy frame And we can sit I'll tell you my name build me home...

The Wolf

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Visions Of Gandhi"
[Intro from a sample] [gunshot] It's comin', it's comin' You wear a gun, the beast 'til the end that is This is the twilight winter I am ready to be her son It's now, I will RISE to her side! I don't need the words, I'm beyond [Ill Bill] Keep it homie this is a gangsta party Bullet proof glass for Robbie Die sorry by the hand of vampires and zombies Fire bombin' suicide army God's inside me Ride 'til I motherfuckin' die high on canarcy Unfocusable, 'xplodin smokin toast to ya vultures Soldiers in haemoglobin words of evil spoken invokin' Volcanoes evoked, these veterans are very violent Non Phixion Jedi Mind Tricks a deadly virus I could just go live no love I read Kaballah on drugs Gun in my wig gettin' my dick sucked Bitches spit and cum on each others clits for kicks Cocaine tits degenerates smother ya shit Another day in paradise, surrounded by bloodsuckers and parasites Gettin' in shoot outs for Amorites Leave ya block flooded wid blood this hard find I promised Eat shit suck fuck kill and die honest [Hook from sample] The big bad fearless wolf I'm the end of the world Wearing the flesh of fallen angels I've scanned the reality I see it, the corruption of flesh And blood to you all! [Sabac Red] Call me the rap Che Guerera Loungin' in the black grave's terror I lace tracks wid terror forever smellin' death Reoccurrin' like the hands of burnin' flesh Must be the spirit of Koresh that keep me turnin' in the bed Troopers hoverin', you'll be sufferin' crews be buggin' When they rather shoot they brother than abuse the government Our crews make compliments from writin' darkness When we spark this the hardest part is when Gods is dealing with fake artists,I face charges for speakin' my piece Unleash the beast after nine eleven still got beef wid police Streets' a warzone we more prone to violence and greed No voice leaves no choice they tryna silence the seeds Time is when will you get yours, stop relyin' on me I'm firin' wid speed so before you dyin' you'll bleed This is a war call I warn y'all stay up 'fore you're held Or get fucked up cut up ya wrist and kill yaself [Hook] The flesh of fallen angels come to me all! A secret, living on by the skin of reality I am the wolf!, 'til the end I don't need the words, I'm the beyond the words [Vinnie Paz] These streets is Vietnam I'm like Jesus tryna complete a song I believe in Islam heathens can bleed 'til they gone It's on, anyone can get hit Anyone can get the centre of their energy split My enemies fit, to face Palestine You bitch rappers only got heart on Valentine's And all ah y'all that wanna know how my metal feel It gets settled in the temple when my baretta kill My pen bleeds the ink y'all spill But y'all still seem to think y'all real Jedi Mind real put the nine to ya grill We spit real, and y'all run for the hills I stab you in the back 'til it weakens the knees Then smash you wid a statue of Jesus that bleeds [Hook] I've tasted the devil's green blood It runs in my veins I've seen beyond the world The architecture of blood and bone marrow Death is coming! I have tasted the flesh of fallen angels I am the wolf yes!, I am the wolf!

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