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As the sound of breathing grew nothing but a heaving chest could be felt all other sense paralysed with ecstasy.  No noise but that of the subtle heart beats slowly racing escalating towards an ever new but primal joy. Fingers placed and poised delicately so as to stroke the gentle surface yet apply pressure as a soft melody releases. An ecstatic, pulsing yet satisfied feeling consumes as sound resonates while the fingers begin to increase in their rapid movement. Moisture builds as if to loosen the movement to make it clumsy yet undeterred, the heavy breathing while muscles tense. Building and building as if to spiral out of control the hear

"The rich hide behind the law of false justice, they parade and they sing 'revenge seekers are sinners', they smile and hide behind all their falsity punishing the undefended with their justice, to hold onto their millions with no lasting value for that, this sense of justice exists to protect those greedy hands from ever being struck by revenge"

To cast away carefree like a dart on an atlas Deciding my fate nothing more than chance Such a simple act can lead to such great change However, not the act in itself has meaning The meaning is found in what the action symbolises “I do not care where it lands I will follow it blindly This small and insignificant action is my freedom” This is what the action truly speaks; The ability to cast away everyone and anything No chains and no ties, free to fly anywhere If this map represents the world then the dart is me Just as the map remains unmoving waiting for the point The world is waiting for me to cast myself unto it Tho

The number of the beast chimes as the dead of the day approaches. As the sun sets the seas near the horizon are dyed a deep blood red. As the number of the beast chimes the devil’s army approaches. They march as if they are called to by their master. Legions upon legions of these blood hungry creatures march on. They have no names, neither do they have honour just hunger for blood. They are called by the many ‘man’ the greatest of Gods creatures. This ‘man’ march on with their nameless faces set on death. They slaughter our brothers and sisters, they burn our homes. They laugh at our slaughter and parade our

“This dark road is that all there is….? Just this pain that forces the heart into solitude, is that all there is? I cannot bear this, this failure to every attempt regardless of how hard one tries. But as I recall there is something more… it is not a glimmer of hope, a shining light at the end of the tunnel or a guiding path beneath my feet. No it is nothing that glamorous. It is a voice, no not even that, a whisper I can remember it on my ears”. “We will always fall short of our ideals it is natural. For every time we stand there has to be a time we fall. For all those we love we must one day feel that loss and for

‘It comes around again’ he thinks, ‘that time of year’ That time to give gifts and hopefully spread cheer To slowly reflect on the year and what he has done For all those he has helped and the battles he’s won It is time to be happy, or at least to an extent pretend A day to at least try to smile until, of course, it ends What do you gain by wearing this holiday mask? By acting so pleasant and fulfilling these tasks? Will this holiday cheer melt your cold heart? Or are you simply, like a play, fulfilling your part? However even though his attitude for the day is strange Deep down inside, without a doubt, he

“Do not misunderstand my apology I am not expressing sorrow Do not misinterpret my words I am not asking for forgiveness I do not repent my actions I do not wish for new words What I do and have done I may regret But that which I regret I would never change I do not repent because I don't want sorrow I do not want sorrow as I don't seek forgiveness But I do apologise But do not misunderstand those words I apologise for you and only you I apologise that you are there And that you must see I apologise for the way it must be I apologise for blood and the pain For that I am truly sorry I apologise I apologise for the demo

~Intro Sinking down, falling deep The water that holds While you struggle to breathe The darkness that grows, you sink down The masses that rush they, begin to crowd ~Verse You hear those voices calling your name Shadows standing that are not the same You see a light comforting news Those dark calls beckoning you Slams on the chest, kiss on the lips What happens now? What happens next?            (Instrumental Bridge) ~Chorus Can you stop there? The voices of hope call your name Do you go to those standing there? The figures that aren’t the same Will you pull free? Or do you go and struggle to breathe (Instrumental