Our lives are uncomprehending redesigned for the modern men. Constantly traversing to untraveled planes.
We only know what we've been told.
Is the pattern set, is this corruption?
We are the weak, we are the wasted.
Through the taking, force fed ignorance.
A fault sense of tolerance in the heart of men today.
Transcending the gluttony in a power begin a part of our way.
Paralyze in our mind, we persist to compete to survive.
For how long will it be dictated by misdirection?
Forced to witness the plead for something to perceive.
I'm searching in hope for a meaning or even breathing.
The worst has yet to come.
We are the ones who fell from grace, we are the men who shall not be praised.
We'll never be erased.
Our lives predetermined as we enter into this world.
If we just figured out the right balance of what who and what we want to be.
Who? What? The right balance of who and what we want to be.
We will take a stand and we will rise.
How could we, ever fight the system that built us up, to fail.
We fight violence with violence. We only know what we've been told. We are the weak, we are the wasted.
The fall of the city, birth of ideals.
Lost in a contrived generation.
The fall of a city, birth of ideals to prevail a new revolution
from THE DARK HALF EP,
released October 14, 2014
Recorded at Sync Studios
Mixed and mastered by Marlon Ingle