In a time of darkness, agony strips us from our lives.
Human rights have gone away
And to think that suffrage was determined so…
Well. Amongst thieves, is their honor in the tiers of hell?
Emptiness is just a dream slowly tearing at; what’s free
Is disgraced, what was pure is now defaced.
I told my Gods that I would live and die protecting everything they’ve made.
I am not the only one here I am not the only face
Who has realized that comfort’s gone and I am the human race.
In the past we’ve entertained ourselves
And as clowns we grew so strong
So deceiving this may seams
Sense compassion dreaming this dream
To fell the touch of softer skin
A million lies for one small sin
Indulging’s nice like Jesus Christ
Ideals made for weaker minds
SILENCE, SILENCE
SILENCE, SILENCE
And this is real I’m apathetic
Our dreams are broken
And I don’t care
We build our lives where you will fail
You will fail and we will
RISE, RISE, RISE, RISE to your impending doom
RISE, RISE, and RISE to your impending doom
God has gone and shot himself
Man reins in hell
In hell here God has failed
In hell we will …
RISE, RISE, RISE to your impending doom
RISE, RISE, RISE, RISE to your impending doom
Produced by Converge's Kurt Ballou, the metal band's fourth LP channels tragic, transcendental themes into fierce progressive sludge metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2024