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TARTURIS LYRICS
"Machine Upon His Cross" (2005 Demo)
1. Meant To Be
2. Doldrums
3. No Excuse
4. The Rising Water
1. Meant To Be
Anger swells like the tide, breaks upon my chest
Washes over my eyes, Coates my words, soaks my thoughts
I'm no longer me, or am I truly me?
What have I become? Perhaps this is the way I was always meant to be
I am the werewolf, a man who fears the beast
A beast who hates the man, for man is weak
The face of the beast, born of struggle between
The creatures inside from which I can't hide
Dark vs. light, wrong vs. right
Which one am I? Which one am I?
What makes a child want to be feared more than to be loved?
Fear breeds respect, respect so long denied
Now a man screams to the child
You've let it go too far, I can't find my way back
I am a hurricane, this storm has no eye
Strike in all directions, no one is safe
When everything's destroyed, I'll turn on myself
An unstoppable flood, a volcanic erruption of pain, a violent implosion of hate
I am perfect rage, merciful insanity
An unconscious frenzy in the basement of my mind
The face of the beast, born of struggle between the creatures inside, how they collide
Dark vs. light, wrong vs. right
Which one am I? Ask myself why
The hourglass turns, a matter of time
Before the dam breaks, before the earth quakes
I've no control, a noise in my head
The grind of my teeth, the song of the dead
2. Doldrums
My system initializes, though startup brings such pain
Only a supporting program in a cold machine ballet
Simple step in a complex design, an insignificant wheel
Whose purpose will never evolve, an interchangeable cog
Existence to facilitate, a crutch for the weak
A broken whipping boy, forever incomplete
My ship adrift at sea, the compass will not spin
Clouds hide the stars from me, oh how I pray for wind
The burden of self awareness carries such a price
Leading wheels to believe
That they can be more than what they are
Arcane mechanical pageantry, cycling without a pause
The ritual perpetuates, the show must go on
I was created to serve, never afforded a choice
All I want is to scream, but was built without a voice
I am the house gutted by fire, I've nothing left inside
A shell seen to the world, such emptiness it hides
I am a living sacrifice, an effigy of myself
A machine upon his cross, an antique up on the shelf
Who is God to the machine? Is it man who built this thing?
Or that which has made the man? Where do I turn?
Help me, save me
3. No Excuse
4. The Rising Water
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