The Floor is Hot Lava

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All I hear is...
Boom, the sound vibrates the room
the echo, the echo of our certain doom
They're hungry, I see the hungry figures loom
their waiting, patiently waiting to consume
the incremental flesh, I can smell their lingering breath.
They feed of fear and death and wont stop until there's nothing left.
The illusion of time is a crime I unbind.
The record player stops the great hand hits rewind

Shatter all these constraints
and forget the forsaken saints
all the artists that have dipped into this tainted paint
Keep your eyes on the watch-tower
thoughts are waves
the camera never lies
when you're a screen made slave
Moving on to the distant stars
far past Ceres and mars
the giants feel the scars
from the resonating bars
the last pass through this space
Neptune feels the quake, the horn winged disk awakes
and breaks centuries of mistakes

Now I know, the glow, the flow
The cycle has begun
But beware the air impairs
So hold your fragile lungs

Open your mind, close your eyes
and release the beast inside
Don't resist, clench your fist
and insist that you exist
you must persist, you cannot lose
It's it's prophesied, (you cannot chose)

Envision bond-less slaves
manifest thought relayed
reconstruct the decayed
bring light to the afraid
But I am so ashamed
my evil thoughts untamed
its a part of the game,
you have to take the blame

I hope you that you all just forget me.
And shit, I hope your glad that I'm gone.
After I die, my words will live on
This is my message to the human race
I'm saying goodbye. I'm now without a face

Follow me into the depths of the mind
the humorous antics of tantric entwined
With eyes facing inward you'll never be blind
take a look around just to see what you find
monsters are lurking deep under our skin
the plight of mankind is reflected through sin
where it all ends is where it will begin
its revealed in our blood it lives on through our kin

Shatter all these constraints
and forget the forsaken saints
the artists that have dipped into this tainted paint
Keep your eyes on the watch-tower
thoughts are waves
the camera never lies
to a screen made slave
Moving on to the distant starsfar past Ceres and mars
the giants feel the scars
from the resonating bars
of the last pass through this space
Neptune feels the quake, the horn winged disk awakes
and breaks centuries of mistakes

Behold the violence we bring on this day.
Casting them out to cauterize the spread of decay.

I can't seem to find my way out of this wretched of rain.
I can't can't seem to wrap my head around this cursed brain.
Hold on to me tightly now, don't stray off from the course.
Minotaur sacks and saddle backs, a half man and half horse
(of course).

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from DIASTRO LP, released November 12, 2013

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