Sea of Treachery

Suicide, there can be no other way. when I die I'll taste the sweet escape. For my part, I gave it all I could. In the end, fatigue has worn me raw. My favorite weapon will mark the entry point. The round will escape from where my spine never grew. G

Riddled with sickness, confined to a bed; the sickness dwells inside you in that now vacant chasm. This scourge has left you defiled and broken, forgotten and alone. Your once angelic beauty gives way to complete filth* Oh gorgeous how you've fallen,

God, the room won't stop. If I could just open my eyes forever, I'd never have to feel this lost again. But would I feel as whole, as in control? Am I slowly drowning, or staying afloat with each soothing burn cascading? Maybe Hunter was right. Takin

You indoctrinate to convince idiocy as a virtue. Vilifying intellect and curiosity, damn your plans to control the masses. The creation of a society full of vapid, soulless creatures underscores the evil that you intend to commit. You've got nothing

Instrumental 专辑:At Dagger's Drawn 歌手:Sea of Treachery 歌曲:Interlude

With souls on fire, they shall surrender peace. But blood still flows from the eyes of martyrs. In light of hatred, we now know our purpose. Dear God, what is this? What is it that you've done? These moments, forgotten shall disappear. It's not a men

I sold my soul to you, the grind king-- what a waste of time. You better be warned, you'll have nothing but enemies. Business is your excuse, profit is your motivation. I am not a pawn in your game, unlike you I have a sense of shame. Families are bu

I am the hero, I bring salvation. I'll expose the villains in a world gone mad. I'll fight the tyrants, but who else will rise? Please break your silence--am I the only one? It's not politics, it's the end of days. So much promise, how did we not for

The stench of charred remains, cascades outward, draining life from, huddled masses. Black out their names. forget their faces. without a trace, they disappear. They prayed for this, such instrinsic, beneficial, genocide. This life (this life) is so

[00:04.52]Rotting and bloated [00:07.14]The corpses pile up [00:09.03]Another sign of what we all have in store [00:13.88]Your good intentions will not lead you anywhere [00:18.04]Signals are useless [00:20.12]They've called off any search [00:22.57]