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FALL TO PREY LYRICS
"Fall To Prey" (2007 EP)
1. The Art Of Decay
2. All For The Wiesers
3. My Brother
4. The Surgery Of Necrotin
5. Cancer Of The Mind's Eye
1. The Art Of Decay
2. All For The Wiesers
3. My Brother
My brother, in the young of aging
The stars with fading and the moon was drowning
A bitter wind to carry the scent
Of blood, of innocence, on the cooling air
A siren screaming to burry the sobs
Of brothers, of mother, in the hearts of all
This our cry for our brother
This our song for remembering
Slayer of life, lay down the hand of righteousness
Reaper of bones, take the hand of a worthy man
Breaker of flesh, raise the scythe, wet the blade with blood
Sealer of fate, remove the light, in the end of days
A thundering horse that flew through the night
Licked, the hooves, with the flames of hell
A mane of smoke to cover the vein
The breath of reaper to seal the fate
Angel borne in the face of death
Wings spread wide to shade the pain
Halo held high by the hands of demons
Ascend my brother now
4. The Surgery Of Necrotin
Depleted and dry, intoxicate mother earth, ripped and sewn with the blade of desire
Acid rains scorch the skies, sickened waters erode child and womb
The smoke pours thick, blackening the heavens, disease runs rampid, swallowing faces
Beauty spread thin, replaced with nothing, fucked to s shit, the land of Eden
And so it begins, the Surgery of Necrotin, an epic war, machine verse man
Waged by knowledge, the fight for purpose and demand
Alliances made, torn by land, stickered minds made in Japan
The Hollywood factor creates the plan, designed perfection welcomes defeat
Necrotin
Bleed dry, the land of Eden, replaced with the city of Necrotin
Structured, and forged of metal, erected from the ruins of paradise
A crippling, of the name called human, one nation, one machine
An idea of perfection, completely and totally fucked
Shades of blue, orange and gray, messiah to wash the days away
Lay at night, dream the dreams, escape the hell of Necrotin
This is heaven made to hell, mach the lines and count the hands
This is the surgery of Necrotin, this is the story of the end
5. Cancer Of The Mind's Eye
Disorient the whirlwind, remove the color from within
The feasts of lines contort and bend as the await my dismay
Sirens blare, music shrewd, all fingers pointing at me
Sulfuric blood strokes the flame, risen to hear and here to stay
A furry born young and strong, harbored away three grievous days
Anesthetized by the capsules forced from palm into my mouth
The fire dies not but just awaits, till freedom comes through the gates
Liberated at last and oh so great, to feast on the air of open wounds
This frame of mind, stuck in rewind, never played so why was it made
Cancer of the minds eye, diagnosed but with no cure
Subordination to anomie, orthodox, ears sewn shut
Tamed by tick, taught by tock, fall in love where belonged
The drinks were poured, the bottles emptied, all is fair when freedom is promised
A belligerent tongue all but snapped, my cave wide open for all to hear
The jokers laughed, the players played, in the climax, all was unmade
Once again, my freedom was lost, I never learned, I never will
Shredded by light, consumed in darkness
Wounds wide open, the blood runs thick, the pain will sway remembered by scars
Senses failed and disembarked, a world so cold, sealed by fate
Reason fades a waste of days, cancer born in minds eye
Desensitized on the winds of winters that have come and passed
Disorganized, fed the lies, sent to silence the whored mass
Infected with a fool to plague the millions of new bred tools
Killed by this, killed by that, fear not this but just the thought
Dawned upon by the end, hidden in shadows my lonely friend
A glimpse of future, a plague of past, buried deep within this mask
Lies of lies, paper cut eyes, the stones don’t change but rearrange
Cancer minds, deceived by time, destroyed our lives, this is the end
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