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Intro
01:34
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Directions
02:29
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DIRECTIONS
We’ve ignored the warning the warning signs
No substance left, we’ve got no reason to be inspired
Walking ghosts trapped within binds that tie
I ask what will it take to revive our state of mind
My Path drifts on an open road
Left searching without a goal
Lessons dictate direction changing with my fate
Fear grips the world I see
Addicted to its harness
Crying, Cowering
Suffer now the changes meant to be
As I,
Strive against the pack
Can't tremor
Won't fold
To the lies that we've been sold
Focused I,
Strive against the pack
Break free of the chains that tie
Holdfast against their fuckin lies
AGAINST THEIR LIES
In change, we face, our pasts, the memories erased
Once through the pain I see the truth of what surrounds me
Thrown down into the abyss
Clenching at weathered stone
Holding shaking
Denial I'm close to letting go
Fear grips the world I see
Addicted to its harness
Crying, Cowering
Suffer now the changes meant to be
As I Strive against the pack
Can't tremor
Won't fold
To the lies that we've been sold
Focused I
Strive against the pack
Break free of the chains that tie
Holdfast against there lies
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3. |
Driftwood
02:29
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Thrown to the rapids, caught in the undertow
I feel I’m stuck with nowhere left to go
Day to day I just can’t escape the monotony of the fucking rat race
Suffocated by the path I’ve lain
I need to find a way to slow my life but there’s no time to waste now
Like a weight dragging down on me
It seems everyone I see is caught in the same estuary
And no matter how hard I fight it races on against my might
I just can’t be left to drown
Stuck treading water amongst the fucking crowd
LOST AMOUNGST THE CROWD
All this talk about being free
Yet we still give all our time away
28 years spent questioning
This 21st century slavery
Once out of sight, out of mind
Sinking quickly with no lifeline
Helpless and numb I watched
As the world washed over me
Once Confused and insecure
Hate was all that I seen
So confronted by mistakes I made
So hung up on these faults in my mind
And how I let them get the best of me
I will not succumb to the fear of having no control
The time we spent wondering what could have happened
What could have been
I won’t live my life trapped in my head
Not just another clone I live by my rules instead
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4. |
Abandoned
01:27
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Born Guided by false pretence
That the way you start is where you end
Broken down in early life
Led to believe they hold a knife to
Slit our throats at will and fast
If we don't do just as they ask
It’s the truth no one starts the same
We're the pawns to fall in the empires cruel games
Alone I can’t make
Reality change
I know that
But the truth remains…
To them this is all but just a game, a power play
We are tarred with the same mark, given the same fate,
Worked like slaves
Marched on forward those that fall behind they are left for dead
Whilst we fill our lives with their grand illusions shadows cuff our hands
Cutting off our heads
Regain our rightful place in this world
I stand amongst my peers as brothers in arms
Born of the same blood and bones
Negligent of the lies they pushed to gain control
As one we are strong
Segregated we die alone
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5. |
Restless
01:14
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I can’t switch off I can’t switch off
I’m feeling like I’m out of touch
It seems my life is draining me
The rest I seek just out of reach
I just can’t find the peace within my mind
Alone I’m searching for an anchor within my life
Restless sleep, unrelenting confusion; these traits of mine
Forever I am left restless
So fucking restless
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6. |
In Your Head
03:05
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So stuck tryin ta prove
A point you never had to make
Why be something your not
I'm not a judge to validate
The person that you are
Me and you, I can't relate
Fronting like a superstar
So closed to the truth of who you are
Your so called friends all see through your fortitude
Of selfishness, watch them bail as you’re passed through
No one can take anymore of this attitude
Wake up your the only one that's buying, buying in to you
WAKE UP
Blinded by reality
Perspectives changing what you see
Allies you mistook for friends
Enemies reborn when their trust is bent
No more fuel to flame your fire
Starved of what you most desire
You’ve reached the point of no return
Now at the end you’re left out on your own
Left to fight this ego within your head
Left to fight this ego in your head
Time you sew your raving mouth shut
I won’t stand idle and watch this ignorance for another second
Realize that you’ve become nothing but the fool
Feel the cold world’s judgment when you’re all alone
Frozen with regrets
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7. |
Dead or Alive
03:36
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Scratching the surface I’m beginning to see
The hidden truth, your alternative motives
Like a tick drilling into my skin
Sucking the blood to survive like a parasite
Tripping on words, back pedaling
On the lies you built, constantly
Changing and molding to suit your next victim
Luring us in, baiting with false trust
I keep and eye on the back of my skull
To ensure I don’t fall to your tales of woe
It’s scum like you that see the weak in the kind
Taking what you can leaving those left behind
To pick up the broken pieces of what you left for your
Family and your so called friends
Ignorant to the hurt and the pain that you spread
Scratch the surface I’m beginning to see
The hidden truth, your alternative motives
Changing and morphing to suit your next victim
Luring us in, baiting with false trust
Between those you ripped of and shit upon
There’s nobody left how does it feel to be so alone?
The cold embrace of emptiness is your hell
Steel latticed windows – the only light to your cell
Now with the time to reflect on mistakes
To walk through the scenes of what you could have changed
But you won’t regret shit to hung up on yourself
Too busy pointing the finger out at somebody else
Locked up to wither away
To chalk the walls and count the days
Reap the life you’ve made
You built this cage now you can’t escape
So drown in your self hate
Locked up to wither away
Its time you brood in your self hate
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8. |
Killing Machines
03:36
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Born with our instincts set to kill
The subconscious mind with a mind for ill
Fit to fight through a world unknown
To scrape and scathe towards the crown
A seed planted deep within
An ancient code buried beneath skin
In time;
The rage and cold unveil their vines
Twist and distort the things inside
I can see the change it makes
I’ve read verses of the lives it takes
When one can't admit there faults
And take any risk at any cost
The guilt don’t exist with out sympathy
Left free to drain the life out of everything
The hate, the scum, the filth we breed
When I look around a dormant beast is all I see
The fear, the lust; constant greed
Born as Sentinel beings
Breed into a world
Molded from killing machines
Within our hearts lies the key to our past
Kill or be killed finish first or last
We must evolve from this selfish design
Build on unity and leave all the bloodshed behind
To the hate, the scum, the filth we breed
When I look around a dormant beast is all I see
The fear, the lust; constant greed
Born as Sentinel beings
Breed into a world
Molded from killing machines
Break down the myth see the truth to your mind
Before your instinct has left you blind
We’ve all got this choice to make
To be led by the past
Or take the fuckin reins
It’s in our hands to make this change
It’s in our hands to change our fuckin ways
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9. |
Indicators
02:20
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Schooled to turn a blind eye
If uninvolved; unconcerned
Narrow vision, hidden cries
Faces left unturned
Hard to find the right words
Harder still to annunciate
A comfort found in solitude
Means harder still the path now paved
Injustice runs its course in your life
As the innocent search for a peace in their mind
Overwhelmed with the truth of the world
Watching helplessly as your nightmares unfurl
Tragedy takes a grip on your world
Finding it hard fight back in the darkest of times
Silence greeted with open arms
And you just can't forget
When you deafen your own alarms
No one sees the pain left from demons trail
As the Indicators flash to no prevail
Building a cell to contain your fears
Nothing lasts for ever trapped between your ears
The angst and pain awake within
Tearing down the walls they were outcast in
All the help you search for masked behind a veil
As the Indicators flash to no prevail
There’s no where left to turn when your head is your own hell
No where left to turn when warning signals fail
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10. |
Disciples
03:14
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You’re so quick to make a judgment call
From what others claim to see
While the truth I seek remains unfound
Contradictions between the words that we speak
I decipher through this mess of vowels
To try and gain some clarity
So often finding the loudest mouth
Rants the least amount of sense to me
The words you speak
You claim your own whilst never questioning
The words you speak
Shut your mouth, don’t preach to me
Fast to inject your own view point
To those willing to hear
All your sugar coated passages
So sweet to naive ears
To me the faith you base your life upon
Is a crutch to hold your fears
Because being saved is your main concern
Not for me, I just do not care to hear
The words you speak
You claim your own whilst never questioning
The words you speak
So don’t preach to me about men ill never see
DISCIPLES
Beat my head against a wall
All I seem to see
Imagination running rampant
Spitting lines I don’t believe
Underneath the varnish
The truth must lie beneath
I won't take what I'm told for truth
Second guessing all I see
I question all I see
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11. |
Never Again
07:58
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Looking back over 70 years
To the anger and hate bred by nothing but fear
Emancipating a nation through a torrent of lies
Political tactics; xenophobes disguise
The blood that ran at the breath of a word
The suffering and torture millions had to endure
Its so hard to believe the terror of this reign
Makes it so hard to see that people still think the same
Never again
Ill stand against what I see
The stand off of rational thought and subjectivity
No more silence this is what I believe
I gotta speak out against the wrongs I see
From the glancing remark at a passer by
To the clashing of fists thrown down by narrow minds
This underlying racist culture still exists
Why can’t the world wake up and see that the truth is
We were all conceived the same
Our lives all end the same
Its only a difference of skin that contrasts us from one another
Our veins pump the same blood
We are slaves to the same emotions
But you still seek difference
Drop your sense of self importance
Strip back the way you view the world
And look beyond
Our traditions and our cultures
Separated from our past we are as one
Until you strive for true acceptance
To those you refuse to understand
Ill keep screaming
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Mark My Words Central Coast, Australia
Releasing a demo in 2006, the Central Coast hardcore band supported bands such as Parkway Drive, Terror and Comeback Kid. Going on to release a further EP, LP and split 7”, they called it quits in 2014 after touring Australia numerous times as well as Europe with Strength Approach and No Turning Back. After breaking up members went on to join bands such as Stone Age, Choke and Vigilante. ... more
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