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Your fear becomes a prodigy
For a makeshift operation
Devouring until the system's slain
The rage imposed it overflows
Pensive reason slows
And at dawn its on to kill the light of day
You taunt the fraying fabric of a brain that if twists a little more
You'll find demise as hatred has its way
Panic thrives our numbers rise
Don't open your eyes
The rally's closing forcing you at bay
You don't want to see this
If you did you'd surely disbelieve it
Establishing your plan again
You think to seal our doom
But there's no room in our agenda for defeat
Defense defies you
Lame tame and humane
And 96 will stop you easily
You don't want to see this
If you did you'd surely disbelieve it
Locked in and surrounded
Every heart is pounding
Hellions on parade
Bodies fall by hand and blade
We relish your foundations burning
Destruction on display
Hellions on parade
Swiftness preys on all delay
Join in this brigade
Be afraid...the hellions on parade
You don't want to see this
If you did you'd surely disbelieve it
A city placed on red alert
Collapses to the dirt along with faith and pompous dignity
Comformists crumble to their knees
Stripped of their abilities
Abundant screams
The begging feeble pleas...
You don't want to see this
If you did you'd surely disbelieve it
Locked in and surrounded
Existence is Impounded
Hellions on parade
Bodies fall by hand and blade
We relish your foundations burning
Destruction on display
Hellions on parade
Swiftness preys on all delay
Join in this brigade
Be afraid...the hellions on parade
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A midnight trip she gets her blood from Carver City shore
(Please someone answer me)
Wrapped in smoke with the key to lock, to lock the corridor
(I think someone's after me)
Denial on high, they waited up for her delivery
(Trapped in captivity)
This mystery will soon destroy this chosen family
(Please someone answer me)
It's been four months almost five
Last seen on Coyote Drive
From her a word wasn't heard...and she never returned
No thoughts of running away, her friends have nothing to say
And she never returned
This midnight trip she left her blood to all eternity
(Please someone answer me)
A search was on but they gave it up to rot in misery
(Trapped in captivity)
It's been four months almost five
Last seen on Coyote Drive
From her a word wasn't heard (please someone answer me)
This time she never returned
No thoughts of running away, her friends have nothing to say
And she never returned
And she never returned
No, she never returned
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Out of the woodwork keeping hidden where they hide
Par for the course the highest horse on which they ride
The devil's grin, illness is in so claim your prize
Without the facts on track samaratism dies
I've got this chronic fever
You'll cure me non-believers
Still ill and rehabilitated
By those sick enough to have created
Symbols of sanity decreasing year by year
Inflated vanity you learn to hold so dear
Opposite, synonymous, withholding every truth
I live to tell the tale for I am living proof
Rats
They're living in the infirmary
Rats
And they've been crawling all over me
Rats
We feed them in the infirmary
Rats
And they've been crawling all over me
We're just part of the smallest fraction
Not worthy of any reaction
Without a clue you're over medicated
By those sick enough to have created
I'm not a stranger to the threat of every modern day
Never got the facts on track and time will win this race
Each tragic accident there's a hero in its place
Your good intention for attention is gaining praise
Rats
They're living in the infirmary
Rats
And they've been crawling all over me
Rats
We feed them in the infirmary
Rats
And they've been crawling all over me
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Into the woods and through the fields
Experience what no one feels
It's getting late for us
Another notch in your ideals
Into the woods and through the fields
Armed with fearlessness and steel
It's not too late for us to release what we conceal
It seems that every legend's just another boring story
You were starved for what you can claim is real
We believe we can handle it behind us
This mission is set to invade our greatest fears
Now we're prisoners of imaginary threats
An ecstasy through simmering in blood
Into the woods and through the fields
Experience what no one feels
It's getting late for us
Another notch in your ideals
Unleash the fury and pierce the flesh
Of what you dread the most
And retribute the venom that's been spewed
No prisoners of imaginary threats
And the enemies are simmering in blood
Parts pollute the lakeside
Incisions open up wide
Heat's rising from the dead wretch
As we migrate down the long stretch
Into the woods and through the fields
Experience what no one feels
It's getting late for us
Another notch in your ideals
Into the woods and through the fields
Armed with fearlessness and steel
It's not too late for us to release what we conceal
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It was late in July in the midst of his teens
He staggered onto the sand alone as nobody else could be seen
Sat to ponder when a nightmare intervened
Unsettling shrill of a midnight scream
It's too hard to walk away when terror is not too far
When he went to investigate, the blood was boiling
Under the boards was a figure obstructed from view
20/20 is nothing at quarter to two
He stumbled over to confirm that this was true
And couldn't stop his screaming
It's too hard to walk away when terror is not too far
When he went to investigate, the blood was boiling
And who could ever leave her like this?
He took her hand inside of his
A flatline, no sign insisting wrist
How much worse could the world that we live in be?
Lying quiet and still, complexion at peace with dismay
By the moonlight bay the boardwalk body lay
Lying quiet and still, complexion at peace with dismay
By the moonlight bay the boardwalk body lay
The next morning they all whispered about Jane Doe
Of all importance was just being the first to know
Any evidence was taken out by the tide
It's just a nihilist that wreaks his craft with pride
It's too hard to walk away when terror is not too far
When he went to investigate, the blood was boiling
Lying quiet and still, complexion at peace with dismay
By the moonlight bay the boardwalk body lay
Lying quiet and still, complexion at peace with dismay
By the moonlight bay the boardwalk body lay
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Lock me up inside my room
Leave me without toys and food
Keep that monster in my bed
Just remember I'm not dead
You forget my memory lives way beyond these walls!
You forget my indecision's taking all control
Once in a far land I grabbed you
And you woke me up to my origin
People have to understand my innocence has gone!
Go beyond my urge
Or make an effort to
Living on my own, plagued by images!
Once in a far land I grabbed you
And you woke me up to my origin
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Every thought we have could burn our bloodline
As I reconnect with hope
I could never trust your secrecy...you're suffering
You only pray your deeds will match your outcome
Forgiving your mistakes
Reflecting truth and look at you, you're failing
A slave defeats his master by a landslide
And the rich succumb to poor
I don't want to burn my only bridge, my only one
Karma works its way into play
Someone hears every word you say
What is done will somehow come back around
And you can spout your drivel to people
I don't mind and I'll be just fine
Moving forward I will not be brought down
Actions tear a hole inside the lifeline
They say a spirit never dies
Could you ever truly change your ways...you're suffering
Brandishing a cross will be your last lie
And it'll lock your open door
One chance to make you see, just one
Karma works its way into play
Someone hears every word you say
What is done will somehow come back around
And you can spout your drivel to people
I don't mind and I'll be just fine
Moving forward I will not be brought down
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Woe is me, oh this deception modifies myself
I've hurt my feelings now
Searching for reasons to make me sad
And always stricken with doubt
On the outside I'm small and grim
And on the in I'm feeling proud
Fearing I'm one in the same
No one remembers my name
Help me
Alone in confinement and shame
Help me...
Understanding this isn't something that controls my life
I'd rather feed my pride
I'm painted black just like my world is dark
Might stick around for the ride
Woe, no feeling sorry for this lonely one
Just two or three are on my side
Woe, if we work together we can bring them down
How does that sound?
Fearing I'm one in the same
No one remembers my name
Help me
Alone in confinement and shame
Help me...
Everybody knows at least one
Scoffing at the phony fun
Never know why or what for
I'd love to see your face on the floor
Fearing I'm one in the same
No one remembers my name
Help me
Alone in confinement and shame...
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What once used to be all the rage with all it's fashion sense
Has since dissipated, stale, indulgded, outgrown into excess
The rules of the game change, push the limits further to success
Sick, nostalgic invasion; opponents fall there is no second best
If you wanted to be in the lead you'd get in front of me
But every wound will bleed so you keep your distance
And if you want to be in the lead just get in front of me
A#1 roller rager
If you wanted to be in the lead you'd get in front of me
A#1 roller rager
My endurance and vision, scars are marks that aid me in my path
Not much competition, adrenalized and poised for this attack
Bounding anticipation, the starting gun this moment has become
The now and forever, glide and strive to reach the end alive
If you wanted to be in the lead you'd get in front of me
But every wound will bleed so you keep your distance
And if you want to be in the lead just get in front of me
A#1 roller rager
If you wanted to be in the lead you'd get in front of me
A#1 roller rager
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This is what is heard when carver's bones are disturbed...
Sins resurface fluently, the foghorn is heard...
Listen for the call that brings them when the day falls...
The capsized crew returning to abolish them all...
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I got wise, why pretend
That mm season will come again?
I open my mind just to find I'm all alone
I try my hand when I can
It's never easy to understand
I spit my lies to see if they fly, call it what you will
This is the era of an end
No time to comprehend the secrets that they're keeping
It's all the same, and who's to say
A difference can rise today
If passion dies it magnifies the age of drone
The Earth still spins, the end begins
The grudges will not forgive
You open your mind just to find you're all alone
This is the era of an end
No time to comprehend the secrets that they're keeping
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They took a piece of the evil me, the evil me
Expressing that I was not asked but it was unimpressive and overspread
We can't conceive of the whole ordeal when the outcomes' real
Going on to become a mess, there's no turning back, that's in your head
You can't believe what you have all been seeing through this sick ordeal
Waking up to recognize there's not any doubt you've been killing the evil me
...An unbelieveable breed
Stepping on the feet of unnatural anatomy
Doubled up on trauma and treating the catastrophy
Your crazed aversions of the completed task have come to pass
And moving on to bring out the best of the one that's sad, the other's dead
You can't conceive what you really need to kill the greed
Waking up to recognize there's not any doubt you've been killing the evil me
...An unbelievable breed
Stepping on the feet of unnatural anatomy
Doubled up on trauma and treating the catastrophy
Stepping on the feet of unnatural anatomy
Doubled up on trauma and treating the catastrophy
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Hope... could it be so lost?
Or is it underappreciated just like the rest?
Death... couldn't be so bad
Or is it underappreciated just like the rest?
Just like the rest...
How can you stand there and tell me that I don't remember this place?
How can you speak when it's clear that your words have stripped your speech?
Pray... you practice everyday
The meaning is to the appreciated just like the rest
Faith... can not speak for you
Are you underappreciated just like the rest?
Just like the rest...
How can you stand there and tell me that I don't remember this place?
How can you speak when it's clear that your words have stripped your speech?
Dawn... I wonder where you are
And hope that you're appreciated unlike the rest
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