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ABDICATE LYRICS
"Monlithic Hymns of Progression" (2007 Demo)
1. Visons of Eternal Winter
2. Colour
3. Malevolent Undertow Rising
4. Decent of a Once Benevolent Empire
5. Motsuk
6. Sunrise
1. Visons of Eternal Winter
Visions of Eternal Winter
And as he awoke, a stanger before him,
cast a shadow about the cave,
The shadow cast was my own,
and as he observed he began to shiver
You must step forth, into the light,
So I can give you a little insight
Why am I here what's going on? What am
I breaking down? You stand alone, among
as one. What is going on? why am I on the ground,
where is the city's pond?
I am no apparition, but I know your position
Lost in a cave with a stanger
tell me why, tell me why, Now!
The sulfur has over come us
Telling lies, telling lies, why?
Not lies, not half truths, no fallacies
This is becoming somniphorous
You don't have a choice just listen
I can't, I won't, No!
If you don't then you will perrish
Alright, alright, So!
Mother earth is now in ruin
Torn apart, desolate, Why?
As I revealed the truth, he shuddered,
pain, fear, loss, emotions rushing like waterfalls
converging to a bed of discomfort
in knowing the red, crimson canvas,
I'd shown was a portrait of our sky
perpetuated by our gluttony. A catastrophe
to suit our imperialist nature.
2. Colour
Colour
Medusa sits
36 puntcures away
a mere skeleton
Accosting me, haunting me, poisoning herself,
herself
The colour that fades, with the loss of
innosence, need be, regained, to show,
true form
Beautiful and serine when omitting the
blood-stained stream, from which my heart
beats and history repeats.
Right, now
To prevent atrophy tonight, or we
shall fade into the sky with the bile
that will soon dissipate into our sky
What started serine, like translusecent water
shineing in the sun corrupted with bother
I wish it would rain
Now my blood runs red,
Dripping from your needle
like the rain that falls
from your wounded steeple
3. Malevolent Undertow Rising
Malevolent Undertow rising
Your white satin skin a metaphor for society
Seemingly flawless, however beneath
the surface lie blemishes. It takes
ages for the imperfections to surface
A canvas once so smooth now rocky, lined
and weathered
But have you forgotten the beauty
you once bore, while burning bridges
and breaking bottles in the hall
You were immortal, but you grew
too comfortable, content and there in lies
your atrophy. Comfort accumulated
through vanity. That love for where you
were, and loss of lust for what you deserve
4. Decent of a Once Benevolent Empire
In this tropical utopia of concept decent is upon us
Flames burning the frame horrendous
The colors once vibrant deluded and bleeding through
Through this malevolent mendacious coccoon
Pooring onto the backs of the slaves who
Stay digging their own graves
In the clear waters democracy is purged
Security juxtaposed to liberty is urged
The deviant menopausal rule atavistically
A totalitarian tyrany a progressive atrophy
Pulses forth - further east west south and north
The blind are the vulnerable to the epidemic
This mantra is becoming epic
A revolt however rides upon the wind
Fueled by the enlightened who know the empire has sinned
A recolution to subsidize subjective genocide
to stunt the national self-perptuated suicide
And the wind howls loud and harol
These green tyrants we must discard
A call to the sentient
Sound the war cries, but rest tonight
The war is waged at dawn
5. Motsuk
Motsuk
The smell emulating tells me
that...
Now lithe serpent its your time,
to rise, to suffice
The stars are now alinged for you to rise...
Now lithe serpent its your time,
to rise, to suffice
NOW LITHE SERPENT IT'S YOUR TIME
While the childern sleep tight, you'll rise...
anew
You must erect a new steeple for...
Now lithe serpent its your time,
to writhe, to sigh
All those beneath the sun grovel
6. Sunrise
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