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Integrity lyrics

Grace Of Unholy

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a cycle to repeat itself no matter how you try to ignore the first stages of innocence instilled since before you were born your worlds punishments fulfills all your wrongs pathetic flesh involved pawn arriving on a sea of red the cycle continues on struggling to survive deceit it's coming down out of societies bother you won't make a sound a new horror for every horizon away from all the obstracles you've seen an end to elusive unknowns behind the curtain of your dreams beneath this flesh that constricts exists more freedom than insnity to sink past the core of your soul escaping the shackles of humanity escape.

Sleep In Sanity

ANATHEMA "Serenades"
Undying odyssey..... a myriad of times The soul has seen Through eyes of heaven The imperium of earth Nothing left to perceive Help me to escape from this existence I yearn for an answer... can you help me ? I¹m drowning in a sea of abused visions and shattered dreams In somnolent illusion... I¹m paralysed Infinity distraction...... A pious human disorder Blind to passage of souls Conclusion from one remembrance Help me to escape..... Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no-one is here. Detached from reality, in the knowing of dreams, we know the entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty room. We awake and it¹s true. I dreamt of the sun¹s demise, awoke to a bleak morning. In the emptiness I beheld face for the dead light is a foretelling of what will be..... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room despondently watching the passing of a kindred spirit... and there is no song... just a delusion of silence.

One Brick

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
[Aesop Rock] I start my city with a brick (one brick) Then add another brick (two bricks) Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels I ain't no great Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal Models then swallowed by famished potholes And I'm tired Tied up on these functions Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed Run, breathe, sit, bellow Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback When Little Billy bought a Tugboat Now he thinks he's Captain Ahab Facist takes for the pegleg's birds and eyepatches Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them Wonder why you wept over spilled milk And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting life with that little species of midians We've now officially scraped barrel bottom Aesop Rock an Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him I know a planet made of porcelain And once I get tired of holding this gavel up Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again I ain't too good for tap water Play Taps out of order For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock bootleg cd's (That's more fun anyway) Some cats Float, some cats don't I speak in Farenheit and burn off colon lyric Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep Chorus*Aesop overlapping Illogic, fading in and out of each other* [Aesop Rock] Platforms have been erected Effigies built Slogans coined, songs have been written Rumors have been circulated Autographs faked The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape Moving boxes have been worn out Mantlepieces dusted Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted Curtains have been closed Sleepers all waked The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape [Illogic] *overlapping Aesop, fading in and out* Now with my trusty paperclip I picked locks of thoughts vault Finding the God in barren The harvest fruitless Only the Tree of Life flourishing Wanting to take a bite but I'm toothless Is that, predestination or is it by design? That I'm trapped in time sand Show radio mission control but for my rhymes Man cuz I can like aluminum And I recycle my consciousness This is just a note For any action or lack thereof as a consequence [Illogic] Wingless angels Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs With halos in your syringe Celestial ground is found broken Exposing a bottomless depth Where heartless spines awake to devour The small piece of your soul that's left You're immersed in sound floating Aimless destination Drop anchor to gain stability Stare out potions, restrain fertility Pedestal talk is a token Soaked in pockets with lives, topics, lack conceptual, ridicule The night breathes but light's choking Darkness occupies the throne Where poems are persecuted The purity at times dilluted Rhymes are executed For genre I'm told when has-beens attempt To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold Life's an oragmi box and I'm hidden within the fold So when the yarn unravels, I won't be caught by surprise And as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise See when the canvas stands before me I'm compelled to spill a vision For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crowns It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down But from the pregance of my hardship was born style Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought Finding me lost among statues and mainstream idols Browning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital If your father and his father were fish out of water You must break the cycle How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die? When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky So when the stars burn out and God replaces the bulbs With a million watts And throws the switch, sparks filament Hurting new giants and flocks I stand my own two aura illuminated in red Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it Chorus

Something For Nothing

RUSH "Disc 1"
Waiting for the winds of change To sweep the clouds away Waiting for the rainbow's end To cast its gold your way Countless ways You pass the days Waiting for someone to call And turn your world around Looking for an answer To the question you have found Looking for An open door You don't get something for nothing You can't have freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be What you own is your own kingdom What you do is your own glory What you love is your own power What you live is your own story In your head is the answer Let it guide you along Let your heart be the anchor And the beat of your own song You don't get something for nothing You can't have freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be

The Tempest (The Siren's Song; The Banshee's Cry)

THE AGONIST "Lullabies For The Dormant Mind"
I say! Why do you grip so hard, that way? Of what, is there left to be afraid? Let the waves elope with your empty remains. They erode your foothold, anyway. They mosh, unaware of their own might. Hypnotizing. Shore-ward swallowing. They storm me, ganging up on me! What's become of the home that suppored me? They spit me back after drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers behind them. But you expel the salt, sink down lower than the undertow would being you. You just don't seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you. But then how come my corpse -- it rises up? And it is my soul that has sunk? Hear! That sound rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand. Is it of loss and pain or made to seduce me? Listen! The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears. Life's underrated. Jaded and hatred isolate you so abandon your fears. As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds. Far up, far out... to show you what I'm made of. Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves. The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid. Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your romantic death wish? And does it remain true that angry winds feel like a lover's breath? That's why you grip so hard. No! It's simply condition keeping me locked in! I could escape if I knew how to swim! Look... feel... you're aided. Wind, sun and strangers have come to guide you so the choice is clear. As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds. Far up, far out... to show you what I'm made of. Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves Playfully badgering, casually capturing. To escape the surface chaos is to sink -- not to swim. You say to release the stranglehold keeping me safely beneath. But as the sea foam rises up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, doesn't the choice of future paths become a matter of pride? When I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive.

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