1. Final Resistance

Dissaffected, left to internal struggle
let ring with the cries of dissacord
They told of outposts firm as trees
Whispers laid no basis for
the plunge to the chasm depths
Seen none, nor felt the safety
perimeter alarm

I see the bearings of disaster

What can you tell me of the inside
it is as bright as all can see?

To make a chemical stand
a final front to the days ahead
In attempt to take their mineral estrangement
Smothered by the numeral that
hauntseach weakling day

Request for countermeasures
to state claim of this my cavern
None to take and none be given
as the window breaks to black
A process left to solitude
is the action left undone
Answers left to echo
in the silent halls of none

Cast down the hopes and aspirations
Shut the windows tight
Everybody said no
Reset your fears and good intentions
Barred up your life
Everybody said no

This is the final resistance

2. Hours Passed In Exile

What if:
a)some things are destined to failure
b)some things are never meant to be
c)someone never sees
d)someone never opens
e)somehow we are different

Though I never claimed to be right
give to me the benefit of doubt

I brought your fires
that you put out
I brought you fires
for I cannot be without
I came with sadness
but this my shattered heart can't bear

What of the times in exile
what of the hours passed
what if touches seem too trivial

You can never tell me I'm wrong
a song I've heard so long

So what if healing takes forever
so what if time is meant for others
so what is left is but a shatter
and what is broken can't be whole

3. Monochromatic Stains

There is this face in the still water
I can't remember every wearing
like fingerprints on your heart
Reading out the last lines of code
To the untrained eye a secret
I bled away the last of you

Sought trust in shapes of combined results
that trickles from a less than solid case
Fought all attacks of resurfaced lust
Burn the gracing grounds

What will give in first
the body or the lash
Monochromatic stains
Who will cave in first
the leader or the fake
Monochromatic stains

This pile of ashes of a soul
informant pokes abound
These sickly little fingers
Get away from me

Tread not the path of least restraint
each piece of evidence a lie, a lie
The body, the face all items in place
I don't remember a thing

A sacrifice made to the loss of mind
Folly a man's demise

Track now the stains that allow my fall
sickening, the sight of it all
Never shall I claim my innocence
I just was not there

4. Single Part Of Two

"Come with me," he said and erased it from his mind
"be with me now," but of love we are frightened stiff
We'd rather leave and head for the skies
than say all the right words too soon

"And I never thought you would
But always knew you could"

"We take off from here," and in that
instant nothing remained of what was
whereas the soul provides, freedom
narrowed down for the taking

"I never wanted you to lie
-never needed fragments of your day"
A broken promise made,
to always come around
-never to stay

And as tired as clichйs come
did not expect nor frown upon
lighter hearts have taken bait
Sweetened words now with bitter taste

A distance kept that never fails to close us in
and forget the days that still linger on
inside the single part of two
We'd rather leave no trace and not look back
Than face the anxiety here and now

5. The Treason Wall

Let me tell you about the loss af all
the failing of all that we hold dear
Wrapped up nicely in ourselves

Chaos resolves
that which order defiles
Worthless lives
are ordered blind

I don't believe
Taste and you will see
that all belongs to me
I don't believe
I won't believe

I raise my hand against it all
for those who don't recognize the call
Will the sense to overcome these nestled walls
Going to break it down

Let me nail you to the treason wall
stab the night and the day from your sight
And set the thought to flame

Feeble devout
nothing resides
Break it to pieces
that obstinate mind

I raise my fist to hold the line
Against those who set themselves on high
Going to break it down

6. Format C: For Cortex

Mental blindfolds on
Early on the fascination intense
How to discern just where right belongs

Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to see

There is no need for you to start revolutions
I don't want you to talk to the minions
Just show me a brand new face
an open mind against a dying race

Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to hear/feel

Cannot fail in this era of losers
burnt the shell of those that once held the torches
Cannot give you the senses anew
nor will you know innocence again

Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to know

In time all your questions will be answered
not what you hoped for, not what you dreamed
all preconceptions crumble

Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to learn

Won't hold up to the standards you keep
never came from the formatives years
Just show me a brand new mind
Keep in what you left behind

Something has got to give
These things I just don't want you to be

7. Damage Done

Went inside the caves of seven wolves
Felt of the forces that lend themselves to speed
those final words to fracture the very structure
can't stand the glacial pace
the damage done

It seems these days are getting shorter
derails my train of thought

What said in hand was done
chased unforgiveness down these corridors
Locked down the basis for the willing form
a trail far from strayed
the damage done

Set aside from eyes of others
Our frail structures can't keep up with the pace

Brought out for all to see
the damage done
face contradicting needs

We bring our cages home
for none to see
in vain to lessen
responsibility
the damage done

8. Cathode Ray Sunshine

Carry our streams
Lift up our less than elated lives
Transmit our selves
We breath out
Where no one whispers

Take in all the dark light
turn the nighttime into day

Cathode ray sunshine
speak out and we receive
Show me and let us in

Alienate
Block out all
amid the breaking of the light
See it again and again
Single sight

Sensory perception
turn the nighttime into day

To our great distrust
Escapism a means of
getting through alive
Take it in and spit it out again
That measly filth

Focal degradation
Bring the chaos into life
Cathode ray sunshine
Burn

9. The Enemy

To remain objective
to a closer call
Secretly rejected
and to mediocrity fall
caught on the downslopes of life

The patted shoulder remembers
the elbowed side resists
Encircled ad nauseum
an enemy to define ourselves
an enemy to refine our hate

Encouraging on the negative scale
Bent out of shape is measuring norm
In words and in writing
No one knows my enemy like I do

A social repellant
(not) merely an adversary
lost to the failing words
Kept the last of all
understood glances
to work against

10. I, Deception

Could not have forseen
what the lies of the bearer would bring
Trailing the marks of his errors
trace the original sin

Fallen I cling to deception
This talk of madness is in me
Come now as the drapery falls

From homes that take the foul in hand
Mind cloven sweet spoken
with words that led us off the track
Truth altered blindsighted

Thrive on the illusion
and the image of a life to be
Unmount the shielding facade

Cast to death the disciples
fevered rage to burn them
Fallen

Endure the spit of others
Locked inside the pretence cage
Where the cause will be certain
Fallen I've see you inside

11. White Noise / Black Silence

Time in argument will end
Flames of preparation
Fingers felt the whipping
Hand that feeds the flame

Escalate the drought
Itching to join the flame

Wishing darkness was sound
shutting desires out
Wishing darkness was sound
but as moths to the flame...
...we go

You the ignorant
takes sides in these three dimensions
Nullify importance
confined within the page

Scan for rapture again
look for an instant save

Mere moments pass and still it seems
detached from insight, though and word
Ever since it lost its edge
lost in the noise forever be
In the blur of information
the nail that never sticks

Venting a foul stench
purging the fevered self
behind a traitor's name

Face the consequence
taken back in the eyes of fairness
A nobody forever
hidden and locked away

Working the boards again
Giving the wrath away

12. Ex Nihilo (instrumental)