Your Demise Lyrics
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Album | Fruit of the Poisoned Tree(2017) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Technical Death Metal |
Labels | The Artisan Era |
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3. Your Demise (4:02)
Madness is now institutionalized
Born into a world in continual decline
Existing with burdens you so zealously denied
With callousness they've grown aware
They've been cast aside
Perpetually unwanted
Sexually squandered
Essentially neglected
Broken and alone
Feeding the profits
Of psychopathic leaders
The myth of free will
Forced into submission
Squelching all of our trust
Know that your safe society is broken
Even with your guns and your propaganda
The deviant majority has awoken
Prying in the bathrooms and spying in the classrooms
And drones in the sky and cameras at home
You want us on our knees
Exalting the fictional wasteland inside of our phones
Embrace the end no
Longer digitized
Planning your demise
Right in front of your face
Seeking to erase
The world of hate created by you
Violence
The lies that you cannot unsay
You've created the plague that's rotting away
Your means of control
Reaching for the truth
Pandering to our innate fears
Turning us all against ourselves
While we squabble you pass your judgements
Far away from effective scrutiny
As you sleep in your cocoon of ignorance
Night approaches and we are coming for you
[Solo: Malcolm Pugh]
Helpless to avoid the weight of self-annihilation
As you ponder how to proceed
Unprepared for the divine wrath upon you
We baptize the world in gasoline
And there's nowhere to run
Reaping what you sow
Your hell has just begun
Nailed to the cross
Of your own creation
There is no solution
There is no saving grace
The eulogy is written
You just have to say it
The future you've created
Is only empty space
[Solo: Colin Butler]
As death approaches in your palace of obsolescence
Our day begins and we are coming for you
Upon the rubble of your civil society
The stench of blood and smoke burns in your nostrils
As revolution turns to retribution
You know your fate
In your tomb made of ash
You shall revert to the dirt you embodied
You will fade into obscurity
A withering monument to your shame
Embrace the end
No longer digitized
Dancing in the light
Right in front of your face
Now we have erased the world of hate created by you
Silence the lives that you cannot replace
You've created the plague
That's rotting away your means of control
Reaching for the truth
Violence
Was all you ever had to share
You smeared it into our face
Put us in our place
Now we can repay the same back to you
Silence
The only thing you have to give
No one will remember your name
Born into a world in continual decline
Existing with burdens you so zealously denied
With callousness they've grown aware
They've been cast aside
Perpetually unwanted
Sexually squandered
Essentially neglected
Broken and alone
Feeding the profits
Of psychopathic leaders
The myth of free will
Forced into submission
Squelching all of our trust
Know that your safe society is broken
Even with your guns and your propaganda
The deviant majority has awoken
Prying in the bathrooms and spying in the classrooms
And drones in the sky and cameras at home
You want us on our knees
Exalting the fictional wasteland inside of our phones
Embrace the end no
Longer digitized
Planning your demise
Right in front of your face
Seeking to erase
The world of hate created by you
Violence
The lies that you cannot unsay
You've created the plague that's rotting away
Your means of control
Reaching for the truth
Pandering to our innate fears
Turning us all against ourselves
While we squabble you pass your judgements
Far away from effective scrutiny
As you sleep in your cocoon of ignorance
Night approaches and we are coming for you
[Solo: Malcolm Pugh]
Helpless to avoid the weight of self-annihilation
As you ponder how to proceed
Unprepared for the divine wrath upon you
We baptize the world in gasoline
And there's nowhere to run
Reaping what you sow
Your hell has just begun
Nailed to the cross
Of your own creation
There is no solution
There is no saving grace
The eulogy is written
You just have to say it
The future you've created
Is only empty space
[Solo: Colin Butler]
As death approaches in your palace of obsolescence
Our day begins and we are coming for you
Upon the rubble of your civil society
The stench of blood and smoke burns in your nostrils
As revolution turns to retribution
You know your fate
In your tomb made of ash
You shall revert to the dirt you embodied
You will fade into obscurity
A withering monument to your shame
Embrace the end
No longer digitized
Dancing in the light
Right in front of your face
Now we have erased the world of hate created by you
Silence the lives that you cannot replace
You've created the plague
That's rotting away your means of control
Reaching for the truth
Violence
Was all you ever had to share
You smeared it into our face
Put us in our place
Now we can repay the same back to you
Silence
The only thing you have to give
No one will remember your name
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Fruit of the Poisoned Tree - Lyrics
Fruit of the Poisoned Tree - Album Credits
Members
- Malcolm Pugh : Guitars
- Colin Butler : Guitars, Bass, Vocals
Additional musicians
- Kévin Paradis : Drums
- Jimmy Pitts : Keyboards (tracks 4, 10)
- Mark Hawkins : Guitars (track 1)
- Nick Padovani : Guitars (track 6)
- Craig Peters : Guitars (track 8)
- Elijah Whitehead : Guitars (track 9)
- Sims Cashion : Guitars (track 10)
- Nathan Bounds : Vocals, Latin Chants (track 10)
Other staff
- Mike Low : Mixing Engineer
- Zak Denham : Mastering Engineer
- Justin Abraham : Cover Art