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Seraphic Rising
03:07
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Holding a hand in a room full of doubt
Kindred spirits water board the unsuspecting mouth
Seraphic path, a meandering door, a pathway not known by all
Undeserving find the unnerving as the Shepard lay torn apart.
Red bestowed the trail as the eyes lie a vacant path and doorway
Steps of a saint now soiled in recluse remains.
Holding a hand in a room full of doubt
Kindred spirits waterboard the unsuspecting mouth
A visible plot
An irrational scoff...
Only soon to begin.
Holding the scraps above a slave's lips
As the taste of blood covers the slit.
Far beyond comprehension
Far beyond administration
No one dare dwell past the apex (x2)
Far below, they whisper this...
None to pass in a world of unfit gist
One's Seraphic Rise could be to blame for all of this.
A wayward judge upon soiled ground sits.
Only God's children partake of the bread
Where blood and bones drift upon death's kiss.
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2. |
Solitude Dance
04:21
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Lights out, periphery outlined
Holding onto something lost too.
Caustic, oh how it shapes
The blurry horizon, division aligned.
Edema, execrate, solitude your dance awaits
I've been trying, I've been waiting
Sempiternal
Solitude that waits.
Edema, execrate, solitude your dance awaits
I've been trying, I've been waiting
Sempiternal
Silence that berates
This Solitude Dance
Now I sit around and wait
Watch the stars burn in the gaze
Fingers touch enough to graze, along what cracks and stains.
Now I sit around and wait
Watch the stars burn in the gaze
No one left to hear the sound
Only to suffer now.
Edema, execrate, solitude your dance awaits
I've been trying, I've been waiting
Sempiternal
Solitude that waits.
Edema....execrate
I've been trying, I've been waiting
Sempiternal
I've been trying....now.
No more sound and no more sight
Feel the swell and take this life.
No more sound and no more sight
Feel the swell, obtain this plight.
No more sound and no more sight
Cut the cord, it ends tonight.
No more sound and no more sight....cut the cord.
Cut the cord.
Edema....it ends tonight.
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3. |
March of the Itch
03:22
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The March of the Itch...
Clawing, scratching, red fades way to blue
Chipped down til my fingernails are but a dusty hue.
Covered like a disease, a leper in Sunday's pew
Morose and feinding, pining one day to stop the bleeding.
Scabbing, scarring
The aching and bleeding and suffering
Scabbing, scarring
No matter what you say it's still the same.
Scabbing, scarring
The March of the Itch to the downfallen effigy
Peel it back and tear it off like rotten fruit from the rind.
Shed this skin and sink it in when death simply won't suffice.
From the hide, I abide and claw at the molting decay.
Starving for breath, choking on this as dust fills the lungs deprived.
Scabbing, scarring
The aching and bleeding and suffering
Scabbing, scarring
No matter what you say it's still the same.
Scabbing, scarring
The March of the Itch to the downfallen effigy
We got time to bleed, we got time to die.
I said once, it's all the time...
We got time to bleed we got time to die.
I can't take anymore.
Peel it back and let em see what this does to me.
Look inside and take a piece if you'd like.
We're all dead inside and it's only a matter of time.
Til the skin rots and the obscene becomes divine.
The March of the Itch:
The scabs and scars will guide the way!
Clawing, scratching, red fades way to blue
Chipped down til my fingernails are but a dusty hue.
Covered like a disease, a leper in Sunday's pew
Morose and feinding, pining one day to stop the bleeding.
Peel it back and tear it off like rotten fruit from the rind.
Shed this skin and sink it in when death simply won't suffice.
From the hide, I abide and claw at the molting decay.
Starving for breath, choking on this.
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4. |
Welcome Home
04:06
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Locked eyes with an afterthought
Only to watch it vanish, deviate, and shift...a perplexing delay.
I am fading as I stand sentinel, in regard to only disregard.
Time is a myth I have yet to see as this body decays at my feet.
I am nothing, but I am a God.
Of all you despise, whisper through the walls of your dreams
This is life at it's best and I am the nightmare
Sent to wash away the shade of color from your eyes.
I stand placid and watch the twitch rolling back.
Nothing more to see as I embellish this God you made of me.
And now...nothing more to see.
Life's mirror chipped and cracked, hanging from the wall
Is this what you want, is this what you need?
Cuz it's everything that I need, no more will you see.
Only vacant thoughts from this vacant mirror pane
I dabble in the memory of none.
Reconfigure my want and need as the smile hangs
After all I am the God that you made me to be.
Merciful as I swipe the smile from your wretched eyes.
We can see and bid farewell and watch stoic from the other side
As we meld into one...
Welcome Home
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5. |
16,000 Days on Earth
03:46
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Is this vacant?
Is this weathered?
Cuz I'm dust, rust, and bones
What's left when I'm settled in this shallow grave?
What's left when the final nail shows its face...
Shows its face to me?
Calling back to yesterday
16,000 days gone, none of them the same
Calling back to yesterday
16,000 days walk towards my grave.
Tell me what is this?
What has become of me?
Too late to turn back time, too late to rewind.
Boxed in, I can hear.
I can hear what they say.
But now I can see.
Now I can see as it dissipates.
Calling back to yesterday
16,000 days gone, none of them the same
Calling back to yesterday
16,000 days walk towards my grave.
Sand it pours on my casket as it rains upon me.
Time won't nullify the obsolete confined
Burned in my mind upon a cross that we bore as it...
Time won't nullify the obsolete confined
Burned in my mind upon a cross that we bore
As it falls away
Calling back to yesterday
16,000 days gone, none of them the same
Calling back to yesterday
16,000 days walk towards my grave.
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6. |
The Crawl
02:59
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Bite back my tongue just to watch it bleed
Not a thought passed, but the demise in me
Cutting one's self in the strangest manner to the senses
Time passes by, yet still in the shallow pool.
Another mark on the floor as they detail the fall
Tally up a fall, purged of empathy.
Discerning, concerning, yet looking the other way
I see you, I see them, nails drawn out like knives.
I suppose there's a better way to salvage this goodbye.
My eyes are blind to the grief inside the light.
Mirrors that gaze
Shudder, maimed
Out a mind in time
Crawling for
What you think when you see the trail of the dead and bled?
What you think when the dead suggest your demise instead?
Crawling, sprawling
As it unfolds
Mirrors that gaze
Shuddered, maimed
Out a mind in time
Crawling for
The Crawl now
Unfolds how...?
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Dead Prophet Alive Torrington, Connecticut
Dead Prophet Alive is an alt-metal studio project created by Bill Bednarcyk Jr.
Founded in 2004,
the sound is reminiscent of late 90's to mid 2000's metal subgenres that cover a broad spectrum of hard hitting music from the era and into future subgenres.
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