Out Of Sight, Out Of Spine (feat. Garrett Russell)
Murals
Warning silence
Drown
Choke, choke
The future's at our throats
The stench of open graves replaces stasis as we dance until
We're past the point of iteration
Even their gods have been delayed
As soil turns to razor blades
Polluted by our vanity
Why would you save my grace?
My fingers wrapped around the consequence
See your face in the end
Reflecting our extravagance
Canonize the bastard, sanitize the crime
Indifferent to the silence
Out of sight, out of spine
Decomposing dreams are drifting through my stream of consciousness
Winding down
The sins of our fathers have stolen your water
Lambs to the slaughter, terror for fodder
Our eyes are shrouded with decadence
We traded the future for reverence
We're watching the end of innocence and all we do is nod on cue
Paralyzed by design all my life
We're taking breaths on stolen time
We're finding bliss in blinded eyes
We're taking breaths on stolen time
Finding bliss in willfully blinded eyes