Ank the ratchet slowly to measure our inequities
Each bone that breaks reveal a new point of stress to me
A catalyst of suicide, a wound to be dressed
Quiet on the set, your death has taken it's turn to be in progress
[Solo Tony]
Squeeze the hammer slowly to bury our honesty
A song for dying swans reveals a path for me
A catalyst of suicide, a wound to infect
Our death will be appreciated, swollen tongue forever
Laced with vitriol
Choking on the residue we leave
It's time to roll the bones
Your end I must advise
With confidence I sin
False grieving now begins
Belittles your demise
In minutes just a memory of faded apparitions
[spoken:]
These are the final words that will be penned from me
As empires rise, they do just fall
And history shall forever repeat
So now I dig deep into my black beating heart
And with open arms welcome you to oblivion...
- :
- To Release Is to Resolve
- Byzantine
- Oblivion Beckons
- The Fundamental Component
- Byzantine (2000-2001 Demos)
- ... And They Shall Take Up Serpents
- Miscellaneous
- Oblivion Bekons
- Trapjaw
- The Cicada Tree
- Vile Maxim
- New Ways to Bear Witness
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 75
- Byzantine - Digital Collection
- AMP Sampler, Volume 9
- Metal Hammer: May 2004 (Razor, Volume 4)