The going price for solace leads to deficiency
We break our backs for just one day of peace
Amidst the barren affect so full of apathy
This grave you're digging will take you with me
Inside the brine
No truth in sight
I wont back down
I crush my bones just to make amends
In vain I protect you
In vain I shelter you
In vain I sever you
In vain I beg for you
BLACK MAGIC CARPET RIDE
The going price for solace leads to deficiency. We break our backs for just one day of peace. Amidst the barren affect so full of apathy. This grave you're digging will take you with me. Inside the brine with no truth in sight, I wont back down. I crush my bones just to make amends. In vain I protect you. In vain I shelter you. In vain sever you. In vain I fight for you
FREE CHOICE, UNFREE EXISTENCE
Black out me. Ever bleak. As my fate comes down, falling into place. It's immovable. It's engraved in stone. This impending doom creeping into view, wrap around my neck, drown me in the depths. And I know I don't have the strength. And I know it will end in vain, in the mire. Tooth and nail, I fight for truth. Kick and scream, with scars and wounds. I accept the stars, although reluctantly embracing this state. Fulfilling my birthright, my only function, for the plight of mankind. My final decision, all or nothing, total destruction. I was dealt the throes, slings and arrows, for the test of all time. Black me out. Void my essence, the path of nonexistence. Despite all my fear, I truly do feel the purpose in this. Despite all my rage, I truly do feel the purpose in this. Free choice, un-free existence.
credits
released April 20, 2015
Written by: Eric Bluebaum, Angus Burkhart, Zack Mangold, Jt Girton
Recorded by: Justin Aufdekampfe
Recreate Studios Dayton Ohio