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CRISIS LYRICS
"Like Sheep Led To Slaughter" (2004)
1. Omen
2. Waking the Dead
3. A Graveyard For Bitches
4. Nomad
5. Politics Of Domination
6. Blood Burden
7. Rats In A Maze
8. Secrets Of The Prison House
9. Corpus Apocalypse
10. Study In Cancer
11. Exit Catacomb
12. The Fate
1. Omen
Unto the lost,
of contagious hunger
and broken hope infested,
will come malevolent men.
Hands outreaching,
of black hearts hidden
And vampyric lust sheathed
in good will.
They will be known
as false shepherds
and they will lead us,
like sheep,
into slaughter.
2. Waking the Dead
Wake up from utopian artifice long way the glass
houses break Art of war Wields words as weapons long
may the glass houses break long may the glass houses
Break! We bear scars of the chaos of wealthy lies we
occupy A beggar's life in priveledged eyes Distastrous
vultures of gluttonous egos give deadly silence to the
Burning ghettos Wake up from utopian artifice Long
may the glass houses break Art Of war wields wards to
break break break! Wealthy, cultivated thieves breed
futures of uncertainty power lusts for empowered trysts
We're their sacrificial lambs The reap us to sow seeds of
Affluence We're their sacrificial scabs Watch Out! There's fire
in the Hearts of the unsung Long may the glass houses
Break! Long may the glass houses break! Angels Of the
bottomless pit nurture one downfall our downfall.
3. A Graveyard For Bitches
He's an invader on a misson. Got a built - in weapon.
Gotta stake his claim, Leave his mark, then go conquer
all over again. He's becoming a weapon, A flesh and bone
knife. He's been taught to conquer and kill. A prefect
Student with an animalistic will. His body's a weapon, A
weapon of war. He leaves his mark,and it's deep from his
insides. It's like she's the raw meat, and he's drawing the
flies, He's not the only one, the mindset multiplies, the
mindset Multiplies. Like little soldiers with orders from
the hive, like a modern primitive tribe. Animus primitized
in the jungle of life. Human but hubris perverted by the
hive. Societal sickness only pigues curiosity, Goes without
scrutiny, Becomes inherited Victimology history. Heart
grows Cold as stone. Sharpens the soul, Works over flesh
and bone, till it's tough and unbreakable and all softness
is gone. He takes something away, she's dead alive. Afraid
to look his own inevitable death in the eye, a beast comes
to life! in her blood he's baptised by this soul sex genocide;
the thrill is in the taking. He's an invader, his body's
a weapon, He's going to pillage the flesh frontier. Gonna
stab jab invade penetrate degrade chop slice dice victimize
crack gash stab tear hack till the meat is off the
hook... Warm blood won't wash away a dirty shame.
Split open veins, still won't sweeten a sour hate. Can you
hear them screaming..... He's in too deep, he's in too deep,
She's dead alive. Headless torso, arms and legs; their ghosts
still remain, lifegiving wombs,birthing his pain.
4. Nomad
Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two. Spat
forth into darkness and light, like the Birth from the
womb. I live like this in stillborn life. I shed my skin and
blood and vein, still i couldn't find my way home again.
So climb inside and rot here for a while. Outside I can hear
this dying world screaming. Displaced from my earthly
home, like the corpse from the tomb. So climb inside and
rot here for a while. This pain I own, A gift in return for
a taking, a wounding, a breaking. This is our childhood's
end. Can't remember when it all began. I want to burn
the masters and the slaves and those who pray that I'll
repent and be like them. A gift in return for a taking, a
wounding, a breaking. This is our childhood's end. Can't
remember when it all began. I want to burn the masters
and the slaves and those who pray that i'll repent and be
like them. I'm in exile. I'm in exile. Eternally bleeding,
but not broken. The price I pay for vision, I'm not
broken. After all, what can one see with blind open eyes.
I'm in exile. Eaten the dirt from my own grave. Chosen to
be a certain slave. Now in this way I die. Yet I am more
alive. Yet I am more alive, I'm in exile.
5. Politics Of Domination
I have come to accept myself. But I still reject all the
shit you stuffed in my mouth. Justification in my rage,
Born into hope then led to a cage. So go on and bury
me,like I was never here,never part of history. Deny
the crimes committed in my name. Mutilate my cunt,
errect a dick in it's place. You have come inside of me,
bloodied and vicitimized my matrilinear history.
Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to a
Cage. The Culture now yours, A man and his whores,
subjugating our dreams, armageddon phallusies.
Blowing your whistle and shooting your load,
propagating illusions, enforcing control. Hoping i'd
quietly dissolve into history. Disciples of Aristole,
Pretend you're all powerful. Cold, rich and impotent,
Vampyric. They'll kill you in the end, If not in body
then in spirit. Parasites, Pantomimes. Painting
pictures of history, with a self-rightous sense of
artistry, all distorted and Exclusionary. Not at all
visionary. They'll kill you in the end. If not in body
then in spirit. Parasites, Pantomimes. Feeding off the
lost. No minds of their own. Breeding us to follow and
be devoured. One day your life bleeding kingdom will
fall,and i'll be there laughing saying" I told you so".
So burn all the witches and black out your lies. I'll
uncover your secrets, one at a time. These bones are an
army. They Carry me to face my enemy.
6. Blood Burden
I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,Salivating for
the taste of our rotten failure. Brutality of flesh and
bone Making enemies where there were none Gangs of
God are on the move To bleed the slain in shallow
tombs you can be my cradle and I your grave
Captivated, we fall to meet our fate Between layers of
coma and death in fields of blood it's a sightless,
soundless, muted sense of touch This broken world is
spiritless and homeless, burning in the wreckage of its
own damn coldness... Brutality of flesh and bone
Making enemies where there were none Gangs of hate
are on the move To Bleed the slain in shallow tombs
We exist in the crack of life and death
struggle in between betrayal and the end... Grasping
dry Lifeless earthen Decomposition Run and hide your
flesh is no haven from suffocation Blood Burden
knows no bounds Dig deep to skeletons in the ground
Blood Burden knows no bounds.
7. Rats In A Maze
Crawling like a rat, scraping eyes out along the way.
Trying to be the first one to the end of the maze. You'll
always be a beggar, a waste. so fucking worthless, go
crawl away. you're just a rat in a maze. Masters and
slaves, pawns in a game, Marching in a funeral parade
of the Master's design, Obey. Rats in a Maze, Pawn and
Queen deadlocked in place, entwined, dumb and blind,
Obey. So multiply. One lives another dies. We're all the
same in our lives, chains on our legs, wounds in our
Minds; Led by pied pipers. Obey- Devolving in Place,
Obey- finessed by deceit, Obey- with blind open eyes.
Obey. Crawl into a deeper hole, Drown in the hopelessness
of it all. Following the path never knowing where
it goes and die. Masters and Slaves, Pawns in a game,
Marching in a funeral parade of the Masters design,
Obey. Rats in a Maze, Pawn and Queen deadlocked in
place, entwined, dumb and blind, Obey. You'll never get
to the end of the maze. Can't even see that you're part
of a big parade of blind-open eyed rats, squawking
and dazed, All pawns in the Masters game. Obey-
Devolving in place, Obey- finessed by deceit, Obey- with
blind open eyes, Obey...Disease is in you, breeding
through you. So multiply and alone die. Swollen and
silent as a grave. Scuttle, scurry for the maze, lost in the
labyrinth of the mind. We kill we hate we all die alone
We steal we rape we all die alone compassionless deserts
We all die alone We seal our fate We all die alone
8. Secrets Of The Prison House
Crawling like a rat, scraping eyes out along the way.
Trying to be the first one to the end of the maze. You'll
always be a beggar, a waste. so fucking worthless, go
crawl away. you're just a rat in a maze. Masters and
slaves, pawns in a game, Marching in a funeral parade
of the Master's design, Obey. Rats in a Maze, Pawn and
Queen deadlocked in place, entwined, dumb and blind,
Obey. So multiply. One lives another dies. We're all the
same in our lives, chains on our legs, wounds in our
Minds; Led by pied pipers. Obey- Devolving in Place,
Obey- finessed by deceit, Obey- with blind open eyes.
Obey. Crawl into a deeper hole, Drown in the hopelessness
of it all. Following the path never knowing where
it goes and die. Masters and Slaves, Pawns in a game,
Marching in a funeral parade of the Masters design,
Obey. Rats in a Maze, Pawn and Queen deadlocked in
place, entwined, dumb and blind, Obey. You'll never get
to the end of the maze. Can't even see that you're part
of a big parade of blind-open eyed rats, squawking
and dazed, All pawns in the Masters game. Obey-
Devolving in place, Obey- finessed by deceit, Obey- with
blind open eyes, Obey...Disease is in you, breeding
through you. So multiply and alone die. Swollen and
silent as a grave. Scuttle, scurry for the maze, lost in the
labyrinth of the mind. We kill we hate we all die alone
We steal we rape we all die alone compassionless deserts
We all die alone We seal our fate We all die alone
9. Corpus Apocalypse
I'm on the move again through fire and ash. I'll burn
myself down, then be born again. I remember the
coldness of being alive. I want you to feel my burning
death. it's COLD raw head and bloody bones COLD
when the chaos comes COLD being lost in this skin.
Feels like i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in
a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death.
Stuck in this skin I am trapped in a prison... this is
the pulse of a body rejecting itself. Revolutionized,
Overthrown from the inside out. There's a burning
heat traveling thru me. Shivers up my spine like a
fevered serpentine. I'm high... I'm high... Feels like
i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in a fleshy
coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Stuck in
this skin I am trapped in a prison. Force to shed my
skin, i'll peel away till there's blood and vein and
ruptured skin. So low beneath the sky, Buried within
myself, Underneath A silent disease that kills the life
in me. Alive, it buries me. Again and again, I pick
up my pieces into one. I wash my wounds clean with
my own blood. Feels like i'm coming home to death.
Feels like i'm in a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming
home to death. Stuck in this skin, I'm becoming.
10. Study In Cancer
We're bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine. it's like
suicide of the self, the mind. Killing the free will, the transcending.
Twisting our minds, loosening spines. Ringleaders are breeding us their
minions. Sucking in prey to soft dark folds of Manipulation, Transformation.
It's calculated controled. it's infestation of the soul. Reshaping innocence
in rage, bodies devoured by hate. Cruel world order. In malignant image we grow,
Distrusting our minds with blind open eyes. Despots thinking themselves artists,
but truly are deconstructionist architects. it*s calculated controled.
it's infestation of the soul. Reshaping innocence in rage, bodies devoured by hate.
Cruel world order. Hard heavy handed, Applied force of pressure. I feel it I feel it.
Bold dividing lines, Protect the chosen within. I hate it I hate it. Devour the people
who have no power. As long as someone leads you follow, like a herd of sheep being led
to the slaughter cold blooded eyes, A habit of lying. I get it i get it. Words Of Damnations,
Deciding my future. I fuck it I fuck it. Devour the people who have no power. As long as
someone leads you follow, Like a herd of sheep being led to the slaughter.
11. Exit Catacomb
I see shadows following me, Tripping on the edge of my dreams. Hanging on my fractured
Reality. Suck Sucking me into cold death finality. I see vespers slither on my bed edge,
waiting to dive into the darkness in my head. Seducing, but I'm not giving in. Fuck fucking
me into raw lung dried capillary death. And all the while, my life passed before me. The
angel of death stared at me laughing. I'll summon the fires within me, to fight to survive this
tick tock time bomb of a body. This breath is a fresh breath, And i'll use it to fight the
doctors of death, this breath is a fresh breath. I'd like to burn till I'm skeletonized..
starve off all these parasites... a missle for security, A chemical for longevity, i've got
no air to breathe.
12. The Fate
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