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Demo 2010

by Of Conscience

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1.
Empty Hands (free) 06:18
Young and naïve, the purest form of love Carefree, it seemed, that time was on their side But a darkness grows within her, A merciless sickness inside, Consuming what she used to be, He refused to watch her wither away Desperate to find a way To go beyond the reach of time Within the depths of the human heart We have only found mere clues To this cosmic riddle: Why are we here? Searching for answers, we look to the silent sky And turn away with empty hands Over and over again Maybe someday, the sky will break like glass As the heavens come crashing down to meet us Determined to reach the horizon Where dark and light collide Within the depths of the human heart We have only found mere clues To this cosmic riddle: Why are we here? Searching for answers, we look to the silent sky And turn away with empty hands Over and over again At last, the eternal fountain, but it was too late for her Mere seconds beyond this realm of existence but death gives nothing back So bitter, that divine elixir, embedded deep within his bones Condemned to wander through the centuries alone
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Under a cloak of faith They have the means to conquer, condemn, and command A message distorted A conscience corrupted, There’s nowhere to turn When the hand that feeds you Holds the blade that bleeds you dry Calloused hands reaching for something to hold onto Desperation can corrupt even the purest of heart A people unwanted, A way of life forgotten From your sheltered perspective Who are you to decide who lives or dies Weary hearts led astray by the promise of eternity, Taught not to question, just to comply A doctrine of peace Forged in blood There’s nowhere to turn When the hand that feeds you Holds the blade that bleeds you dry Within the shadow of the statue Devious plots unfold as they enslave the vulnerable minds
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Son of a Machine (free) 04:52
Born into a synthetic world Tranquilized and pacified Taught only to fear every unknown Information denied Barely a human being The son of a machine Psychologically bound to this place Yet the door remains unlocked A malevolent experiment Repressing him from inside A sterilized environment designed to Keep his young mind from questioning It’s fear, not steel or stone, that keeps him imprisoned in This plastic world he calls his home Through the keyhole shines a light A strip of gold cuts through the gray A color foreign to this Endless monotony A sterilized environment designed to Keep his young mind from questioning It’s fear, not steel or stone, that keeps him imprisoned in This plastic world he calls his home Transfixed, he starts to rethink The ingrained into his heart Reassessing, refocusing He takes a step beyond the threshold His mind an empty canvas waiting to be painted, Not unlike the four colorless walls That form the only world he has ever known His mind an empty canvas waiting to be painted So unlike the vibrant world sprawling out before his eyes Fully conscious for the first time The son of a machine

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released March 6, 2014

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