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Lower Empire

Lower Empire

(album: When The End Began - 2018)

Bind the wrist, cut the tongue, call it Liberation.
Bind the wrist, cut the tongue, call it Liberation.

Invader, you dare make me a stranger.
Invader, you brand me as a traitor

These borders were forged in loss painted with a martyr's forgotten blood. Legions of stone infecting the land, legions we carved into the palm of God's hand. Stigmata cities stitched together with wails intent on sanitizing the sedition of our dark traditions. We begin with the purest of intentions, then fabricate the cruelest inventions.

Interpret the subtext: S O S. Euthanized with euphemistic lies, populace of blank binary minds. Appetite for endless apathy breathing in... in... insecurity.

Until you see your reflection through the scope of a weapon nothing will ever change. A revolution stirs in the silence. The movement defies this negative space.

I hear you through the noise: the truth that speaks in silence. Scale the divides we devise. We locked out me world, but we're locked inside. I hear you through the noise: the hope sung from the margins. My heartbeat just a step behind, I didn't know your name but I knew we were out of time.

Nuclear families split apart like the atom demagogues proliferate the calloused grip of the state. The future asphyxiates under nativist suspicions. Insipid minds domestic fission.

Bind the wrist, cut the tongue, call it Liberation.
Bind the wrist, cut the tongue, call it Liberation.

Thirteen, cold as a stillborn wounds still warm in his chest. Behold the crimson lens, peer through the gaps in the flesh. Bullets raining from Babylon: the price of wealth. How can you resist this cycle if you can't resist yourself?

What a world we knew before we fearfully withdrew to our silent cells of solitude but still I hear you. I hear you.

I hear you through the noise: the truth that speaks in silence. Scale the divides we devise. We locked out the world, but we're locked inside. I hear you through the noise: the hope sung from the margins. My heartbeat just a step behind, I didn't know your name but I knew we were out of time.

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