Track Listing:
- Your Name Is Called From Deep In The Woods
- Numb
- Something Else Is In the Room With Us
- Fun (Next To My Hot Air)
Total Time: 60:40
Lyrics
Your Name Is Called By Voices Deep In The Wood
The sleeping giant rides across the hills
A phantom just beyond the edge of ideals
Keeping sightless watch over sleeping
Children, wrapped in the valley below
His nightmare steed marches on
Keeping the giant from his castle
For the mountains demand a guardian
And evil is held true for thought of revenge
An owl cuts through the cold night
Blood still painting razor beak
Flight arcs and turns instinctively
Knowing the hunger of the rider
Far exceeds its own
The sleeping giant shifts
Protector and hunter fused
And turbulant dreams fill his head
With cossack fire he rides on
The trees bend and step aside
As the giant slowly circles his prey
Guided by an inner sense
That feels the collapsing warm veins
That hears the twitch of a stilled heart
Long before its final beat
And ancient anger long obscured
By bloodlust furvor; instinctual hate
The sleeping giant guides his steed
With will beyond the waking mind
Law defied by nature's will
Upheld in dreams, destroyed by night
When the sleeping giant's eyes are born
And teeth are bared, clenched fast with hate
To serve justice with evil's hand
And be released from God's chains
The sleeping giant rides awake
Sylabic breath taking shape
Forming sounds to chill the bone
And from deep in the woods
You are called to your grave
Numb
Everyone prays to their own kind of god
Everyone worships in different ways
Fire-eyed conspiracy; comfort in loss
And ideals projected on tissue-thin dreams
An altar that preys upon subconscious minds
Symbols as teeth latch on and destroy
Each kind of death honeyed unique
Loss of innocence only the means
Religions grow dusty, blood thick and wept
A chromatic symphony bruises the heart
Coddled, then frozen, then ground into fear
Submission to glory, immortal disease
But God is deception, a vampire of minds
Implicit descent into visual noise
Lack of distinction and boundaries lost
A legacy ruined and brought to its knees
Every cancer is history's loss
Each generation fosters decay
There is a desire for loss of control
And inerta provides the power to take
To shut off the mind consuming the pain
Arterial nurishment flooded delight
Chemical dreams to substitute life
And desolate consciousness left in its wake
Buckled by choice an ending of hope
But no feeling of loss in infancy's cage
Change the channel, but the hum is the same
Familiar comfort is meaning enough
Not to extend beyond chosen walls
Never to rise past the next set of lies
No new desires that aren't being sold
Our world ends like this, no more hate than love
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