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The Era of Famine EP

by Skyless Aeons

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1.
Worship the light and abide by the storm Unaware of the blight you aspire to norms corrupt with scorn As they morph us too tight we divide and conform The gods laud their creation contrived into form Struggles turn to twitches, screams turn to groans Pain turns to riches, it's not what we own work to the bone Sew the soul's wound with stitches and reap what is sown With unrelenting conviction beyond what is known The gods laud aberrations contrived into form We are aberrations contrived into form Corrupted Our cowardice leaves us to wither in torment When nothing is sacred If intentions are pure then what do we fight for Extensions of systems corrupt, twisting and constricting us Through tricks of the tongue and spiritual fiction we are addicted we are constricted Suicide is no violation of our duty to god to working a plan It's not ours, it's not theirs not anyone's to share but movements guided by the shadow hand Salvation assumes you are worthless Salvation assumes you are shit In a world of opposites magnetic poles reverse It's all an illusion, God's not in the church It lurks in the darkness packed in the earth Salvation assumes you are worthless but something makes us pure I, made of stars, rectify the dark though the holy and the good lay forever (ever) apart Time discloses being nothing more Cope in disarray Witness as the winds of change endure until your grave
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We are indoctrinated Humanity's locked in a suicide doctrine enforced by the gods--we are flawed Insanity fosters in fools as they're abused--everything to lose. Profanity's used to escape--they insist we take a certain shape So we mutilate our senses, hide us from the truth Truth! it was forced in our minds from the day we were born Dominant paradigms leave us all uninformed Convinced that the masses are sheep in our space--vitriolic chase Minds numbed, bodies torn--dismayed at our state Feasting on the other, objectify our fate, We're wolves left with nothing to feast on Hate! it was forced in our minds from the day we were born--leaving us all uninformed Like a dream long forgotten by incomplete senses Our purpose is slaughtered by means of convention With life stripped away we resort to reflection The tool that we use in our fiendish regression The righteous is spoken in thoughts incomplete Destined for cycles on endless repeat Wealth is the virus and we are the host Wealth is the virus and we are the host Wealth is the virus and we are the host Wealth is the virus and we are the host [Solo N. Luck] Be energetic in torment and hatred will spawn We search for our meaning when breaking the dawn breaking the dawn [Solo N. Luck] Abstraction was born in a need for religion Absolute doctrine--the suicide vision But language is false and this shows their deceit Even when words are spoken they feel incomplete
3.
Charismatic but too detached Breathe it in and never let it hold you back the air flows around you flows within you Neverending movement from beyond Now the pain is gone Cue depression's spawn Images and voices from beyond Polluted to the core Experience twisted by my brain Seeing nothing more Than figments of a subject gone insane Nihilistic doubt Fueled as muses and hallucinations shout Now delusions are the source of my dismay They drag me down each day Corrupted by my only escape Cue depression's spawn Masochistic voices from beyond The product of a schizophrenic mind confused and abused by its own sense of time Can't even breathe all that I use to make experience betrays me Masochistic voices from beyond Cue depression's spawn Masochstic voices from beyond [Solo N. Luck] Aegis from above never seems to help Metaphysical prison trapped in myself Grasping for a heaven I can never reach When the vortex opens the nephilim speaks [Solo N. Luck]
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In the era of famine we forever rest The earth crackles with our every step Decadence is gone and we wait for rain to conquer Pain of hunger piercing through our chest Hope hath vanished, we face the scorching winds Through strife and calamity mother nature culls her kin Self-destructive failure, lead us to our doom Gods turn to peasants when plants cannot bloom Watch as our culture crumbles to dust The earth overpowers our greed and our lust We are no match for the earth We're caskets of values and troubled decisions Vines rise through the concrete to reclaim the living What once gave us life spells our sickest demise The light at the end is the sun's scorching eyes Slain by the light Cries unheard Prayers unanswered Behold the cancer--the era of famine Crowns dethroned Gods beseeched Death surrounds us all... Death, death...death surrounds us all Forsaken by god we beseech you Behold what famine hath brought This lonely planet will teach you In time what becomes of your sickening thought Drought Behold the era of famine death surrounds us all Salvation hath passed these long forgotten shores We perish through starvation--forsaken to the azure skies Malicious hand of god brings death from beyond the stars We crawl in desperation--disparity reaps the sound of hungry cries Salvation hath passed these long forgotten shores Hope vanished--washed away by pestilent tides Drought persists The neverending winter Where death surrounds us all We bury our children under dessicated ground

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released January 5, 2016

Nathan Ferreira - Vocals
Nicholas Luck - Guitars/Vocals
Stefan Oliva - Bass
Martin Burchill - Drums

All Music and Lyrics written by Skyless Aeons
Recorded and Engineered by Preston L
Artwork The Heirs of Desire by Alex Copeland theilluminatednight.com/home.html

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