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Fork Tongue Intro
01:16
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Set to fail and so derailed, cognitive capacity questioned
as the mob flounder, clutching at straws for hope
Ironically the mob are the straws, straws are weak
You question that or pay the price, better the devil you know?
Segregation, separated, annihilation,
Behold the junkie denial of consumption
To think that living is fighting against others
The words are said but spoke with fork tongue
Spoke with fork tongue
See the numbers rise to please
As quick as the germ of doubt
A superficial gang bang of liberalist economy
We’ll ride the ship then sink it down
Ride the ship then sink it down
Ride the ship and sink!
As the mob flounder, clutching at straws for hope
Ironically the mob are the straws, straws are weak
You question that or pay the price
Better the devil you know
You’re not for me, I’m here for me
Ride the ship, sink it down…
Ride the ship and sink it down!
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Reckoning
04:39
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Countersink - The relieving of shapes on the outer wall
Harnessing - A fracture / the border line
A reckoning - Do we expect some reprieve?
Here again to face the eyes of our captor
LO! They say it’s all in the eyes
All in the eyes
Sickening - An abhorrent display of the insides
Harnessing - The respective collection of open minds
A colour new to taste, with countless thoughts overlooking
The debt can be erased, the outer wall comes crumbling
A colour new to taste, countless thoughts overlooking
The debt can be erased, the outer wall come crumbling down
Nil by mouth , set in stone, overlooking, set in stone, DOWN!
A colour new to taste, countless thoughts overlooking
Nil by mouth , set in stone
Such an even flow for the rapture
Holding on? No!
Colour new to taste, countless thoughts, debt can be erased
Colour new to taste, countless thoughts, debt can be erased
The outer wall crumbling down
A reckoning - Do we expect some reprieve?
Here again to face the eyes of our captor
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Don't Speak Last
10:11
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Power not manner, but extremity
None should agonise great delusion!
Believe benevolent dictatorshit
Provided one is the dictator
OH! Provided one is the dictator
To see, to change it all
In a single generation
There’s hope? Don’t write us off just now
Transform, evolve - Don’t speak last SPEAK RIGHT
When does the path we walk - lock around our feet?
Increased knowledge is increased sorrow
A place for hope? Or the acceptance of the splendour of humanity?
Time is not so buoyant when we realise/accept our tragic fate
Misplaced goal of the doomed
There’s hope? Don’t write us off just now
Transform, evolve - Don’t speak last SPEAK RIGHT
To believe in this benevolent dictatorshit
Provided one is the dictator
Accepting our tragic wisdom
Time is not so optimistic when we realise our tragic wisdom
The misplaced goal of the doomed
Accepting our tragic wisdom
GOAL
Misplaced goal of the doomed
A place for hope?
A place for hope?
Or the acceptance of the splendour of humanity?
A place for hope?
A place for hope?
Or the acceptance of the splendour of humanity?
A place for hope?
Or the acceptance of the splendour of humanity?
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Silent Truth
04:00
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Beginning of the end
Beginning of the end
Beginning of the end
Chaos is our natural state
Balance / equality have escaped
We are limiting ourselves verbally to a benign existence
Everything goes exactly according to the plan
Chaos is our natural state
Balance / equality have escaped
How don’t you see that nature accomplishes truth in silence?
Humanities deafening consumption
Our civilisation has values no more
No one agreed to die for a smart phone
Humanities deafening consumption
Our civilisation has values no more
Modern humanity, we behave like demigods
Ultra violence of comfort and ego, such ego
Our civilisation has values no more
Modern human - Ultra violence
Nature accomplishes truth in silence
Humanities deafening consumption
Our civilisation has values no more
No one agreed to die for a smart phone
Humanities deafening consumption
Our civilisation has, it has values no more
Modern human values
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Mourning Grounds
07:02
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A silent end, the flurry what consumes
Brothers for eternity?
A Liar, a silent end?
Run! Run! Run!
The only, gift we can receive, everyday
(How sad, tall and useless)
The old grim factory stands
They just never thought for themselves
It still remains, still remains, fuel remains
(Do I have time)
The only way to take cover, take others, take over
(My attitude makes me the one)
And we celebrate the dead, with urine coloured hope
Decorate mourning grounds like your bedroom dresser
And then cry into this self chosen poverty sect
No one here is blameless
THEN THEY CRY!
Come feel my rage, blackened heart
No reserve, my plague scars
It still remains, still remains, fuel remains
(Do I have time for my attitude, either one? Makes me the one!)
The only way to take cover, take others, take over
But who's the one to judge any of it?
I am son, and so are you - so to hell with it!
It's coming down! It's coming down!
And we celebrate the dead
They just never thought for themselves
It's coming down! It's coming down!
You realise how we’re so fucked up?
Pain remains, I will not suffer!
It's coming down! It's coming down!
(Cut all they fed)
It's coming down! It's coming down!
(Cut like they’ve bled)
It's coming down!It's coming down!
(Covered by blood)(Covered by blood)
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There Will Be Gods
09:42
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Festin décadent des hommes-dieux
Festin décadent des hommes-dieux
There will be gods, as long as men will, be afraid of death
There will be gods, as long as men will, be afraid of death
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Herod Vevey, Switzerland
Initially the brainchild of guitarist Pierre Carroz, the first idea of Herod came to life during his stay in Malmø, Sweden, back in 2006. In Sweden, Pierre found little else to do that to isolate himself in his empty studio apartment, inspired by the cold and desolate Swedish climate. ... more
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