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BYZANTINE LYRICS

Broadmoor

"Broadmoor" (2003 EP)

1. Stoning Judas
2. Slipping on Noise
3. Kill Chain
4. My New Casket
5. Hatfield
6. The Filth of Our Underlings







1. Stoning Judas

I break your bones for the lord today
No physical demons to purge or crucify
Your holy bible just gets in the way
So stoning your Judas will free your pain

I feel so cut off from this godless world

There is no faith inside your eyes
This is the one thing I despise

So gnash your teeth into the flesh today
No fallen angels to call or classify
The spirit of Judas lives in everyone
Our cross to bear is the weight of our own

There is no pain inside your eyes
This is the one thing I despise

I feel so cut off from this godless world
And I am tired of just praying for myself

There is no faith inside your eyes
This is the one thing I despise

I feel so guilty for this whore




2. Slipping on Noise

Condensed debris compressed into a world
Circling star cutting a path of disease
Serrating our future
Evolution disguised
Light years isolate our faces
A sentiment resounding through space
A malignant beacon flickering away
The universal pedigree of hate

An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
We circle in silence
A magnet for violence

Our legacy a ballistic test
Of minute impact on the face of existence
Projecting polluted screams to the billions
Receiving the deserved magnificent silence
We are the fundamental components
Of our destruction

Nails raked down the chalkboard
Of universal dysfunction

An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace
We circle in silence
A magnet for violence

So are we ready for the showdown
As our world is ripped out of its ellipsis
There is no finer flesh to fall
Than the skin that drapes our empty souls
Motionless a perfect disease
Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be
Genetically we are suppressed into reliving
Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out




3. Kill Chain

Live to disrupt,
I live to destroy
As I target the boiling point so few employ
Silence is deadly so pin back your ears
Cause the axis has shifted
It has been so for years

Initiate, the kill chain
Deviate, my life's terrain
Terminate, by kill chain
The soul is the ground that the angels bleed for

If we are inciting war again we've got to stay strong
If we are deciding war again we've got to be strong
We are here, and it's no mistake
We've got to burn this ground, it's time to detonate
Save your fears because their is no escape
And we won't be long

So far enraged
Victim found, fixed, engaged
On this life's simple call
I'm a target to all
This battle is made

With the micro management
Of serpents for all
We don't rise just to fall

Initiate, the kill chain
Deviate, my life's terrain
Terminate, via kill chain
The soul is the ground that the angels bleed

If we are inciting war again we've got to stay strong
If we are deciding war again we've got to be strong
We are here, and it's no mistake
We've got to burn this ground, it's time to detonate
Save your fears because their is no escape

And we won't be long
And we won't be long




4. My New Casket

I'm not dead or alive
My thoughts clouded pristine
A static web internecine
The cutting edge of a lie
Will only furrow the dream
Solders the soul together clean

The poison enters the veins
It's woven into the stream
My new casket is lined with screams

I'm not dead or alive
My thoughts clouded pristine
A static web internecine
The cutting edge of a lie
Will only furrow the dream
Solders the soul together clean

The poison enters the veins
It's woven into the stream
My new casket is lined with screams

I'm never going to die
Cause my world is built on lies
Burned it all
Watched it fall
No elation inside these walls

Breaking down again
Barricade forms within
Tearfully rejoicing
Finally the sun will see it's end

The poison enters the veins
It's woven into the stream
My new casket is lined with screams

Burned it all
Watched it fall
No elation inside these walls




5. Hatfield

Help I've been detained
By these mountains that so poorly raised me
Burned out huffing gasoline
The redneck that I'm supposed to be
Fuck that I'm stronger than my history
The pride is instilled in me
In pesticide I hide
These West Virginia hills can't sedate me

Kill your family tree, this soil is diseased

My will is broken
The black lungs have swallowed me
Viva Villa! Long live the picket line in me
You want a war you've got one
You want a state with poverty
Remember 1882 because there is no excuse

Excuses are just tools of incompetence
Used to build monuments of nothingness
And those who specialized in the uses
Seldom achieve anything

Excuses are just tools of incompetence
Used to build monuments of nothingness
And those who specialized in the uses
Seldom achieve anything but excuses




6. The Filth of Our Underlings

 


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