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I have an opposition for this congregation
The fables told of our beloved hosts
Breathes in the whispers of sin
Igniting the doubt within
So welcome to the horror show
It's a paradoxical kind of article that debates to state
"Fucking fake" mirrors screamed back at me
But this is was nothing new for you
Please allow me to complicate things
I've been driven for far too fucking long
By your selfish mind games
Now nothing matters at all
Look at me now, just a face in the crowd, so I've lit the towel
Connected to your bright and burning future
Molotov, yeah
This is recognition for what we've lost
This is recognition for what we've all lost
It's time to stand up for what you've done hun
There's no fucking judge and jury this time
Why don't you go and face your fears, tell your peers
The story of my heart's misunderstanding
And I just want to live again
Fly away back to my neverland
I just want to feel right inside my head
I'm sick of always waking dead
And praying that one day like shooting stars
My light will shine forever
I have an opposition for this congregation
And now it's time to drop the fucking gavel
Guilty burdens, weight growing harder
You can't stand on your weak feet for far much longer
Guilty burdens, weight growing harder
I can't stand on my weak fucking feet for far much longer
Face your fears, tell your peers
The story of my heart's misunderstanding
I just want to live again
Fly away back to my neverland
I just want to feel right inside my head
I'm sick of always waking dead
And praying that one day like shooting stars
My light will shine forever
And I had the time to recognize
A fault within you
I had the time but failed to find
Of how I'd hang my own noose
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Check for a pulse, is it still beating
Do you get that feeling deep inside your chest
That today is your last day alive
Are you simply looking for a way out
Or are you just a slave
This dark road now surrounding us
Will be forever misleading
I've seen too many people inside of this fucking world
Dismount into desperate times
So I say, pray you wait them out
Because there's so much more to this life
Drop the gun
Because I know you can't be trusted with anything
Especially your own life in these God-forsaken times
Slept your life away said you've done everything
And anything you can to make amendments
When thinking this will send you spiraling into the abyss
You better not just waste your life away
On materialistic, false realities
So far it's unclear if today will be your last day
And if you don't wake up tomorrow
Just remember this in your every dream
That when we are face to face again
Tomorrow's tale will be told
But the future is unknown
(Introducing Kyle Bishop of NUMBERS)
Do you ever get the feeling vanity
Is just another ceiling to keep you alive
Such is ignorance when a whole population makes the choice
To poison their own minds
Check for a pulse, is it still beating
Do you ever wonder the same thing as you rest
About the ones you tried to hide
Buried alive
Go and preach to the masses
Warn them of your own decay
Go and preach to the bastards
Send signals toward the sky as you beg
Our days are numbered
They're filled with the sounds of our very last breath
So be wise with what you spend your time on
Welcome to your last day on this earth
I hope you spend it wisely
Ode to the tales from the past
For tomorrow has become today
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Backstage
03:14
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And I just want to live again
Fly away back to my neverland
I just want to feel right inside my head
I'm sick of always waking dead
And praying that one day like shooting stars
My light will shine forever
Put up your hands, clench your fists tight
And swing like the hurricane raging inside
I'll treasure this like I treasured you
A mirage-filled bliss was all I knew
I have been to the edge, I have been to the edge
My mind keeps slipping, playing out the images
Of the burns on the edges of this poem
Remember the fifth of November
The gun powder, treason, and plot
Surrender on this fifth of November
For tonight Hell has reserved you a spot
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Vendettas
05:49
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I'm here to bring your broken dreaming to justice
Sat in the darkness for so long
My mind keeps slipping playing out the images
Of the burns on the edges of this poem
Remember, remember, the fifth of November
The gunpowder, treason, and plot
Surrender, surrender, on this fifth of November
For tonight Hell has reserved you a spot
I'm back at it again to cast my past into the darkness
Hell hath no fury like mine this time
But tonight will Heaven show me judgement
Your kings will bow, your kings will bow before me
Your kings will bow, your kings will bow
A vaudevillian veteran condemned to one virtuous curse
By the power of truth I, while living, have conquered the universe
A vaudevillian veteran condemned to one virtuous curse
By the power of truth I, while living, have conquered the universe
Behind our masks is more than flesh
There is an idea, and ideas are the beginnings of fables foretold
Behind our masks lies more than just flesh
There is an idea, and ideas are unbreakable
Unbreakable
When your face has become a canvas
And the blood in your veins turns as black as ink
When night turns to day by my own two hands
You'll realize the past has outrun the present
Your kings will bow, your kings will bow before me
Your kings will bow
A vendetta cast as a votive not in vain
For the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate
A vendetta cast as a votive not in vain
For the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate
A vaudevillian veteran condemned to one virtuous curse
By the power of truth I, while living, have conquered the universe
A vaudevillian veteran condemned to one virtuous curse
By the power of truth I, while living, have conquered the universe
Upon this land I've engraved my greatest masterpiece
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Curtain Call
03:50
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I have been to the edge
I have been to the edge
I have been to the edge
I have been to the edge
I have been to the edges of the world
Conjugated together by the fallacies of broken crowns
Imprisoned in my mind by you I had no say
Bones dried of justice, tonight I'm gonna dance on top of your grave
The curtains have been drawn
As the stage is crumbling beneath our feet
There will be no final call this time
So save your bows
You never gave the chance to reflect on my monologues
So this I digress
No one begged for attention like you
Your promises gave hope to a flawed truth
I bet my life, I bet my whole fucking life on this tightrope
The curtains have been drawn
As the stage is crumbling beneath our feet
There will be no final call this time
So save your bows
So save your bows, the show must go on
So this I digress, so this I digress
You've terrorized my mind for far too long
But I promised everyone I wouldn't sing a sad song
So forgive me for this letter but I write it for the better
My soul is forever severed in a tango with the devil
I'll treasure this like I treasured you
A mirage-filled bliss was all I knew
You're just a one-minded, two-faced, fuck toy for a fucking three-way
You're just a one-minded, two-faced, fuck toy for a fucking three-way
You're just a one-minded, two-faced, fuck toy for a fucking three-way
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Showtime Seattle, Washington
Heralding from a blossoming metal scene in the Pacific Northwest, Showtime brings a new sound and humbling energy to the table. With their Spring 2014 release of the ep "The Horror Show", Showtime looks forward to the future with enormous plans ahead.
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