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Held In A Twisted Cell

by Old Hope

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1.
Displaced into an open wound Disabled witnesses pass without trial Sand slips out of your cherished stones To cover earth in an ocean of bone Energy open my eyes to the longest believers Energy open my eyes, teach me more now than I have been taught. Follow the march of the growing dead Last of our kind beholden to memory Honour held in a twisted cell To die of thirst in a fountain of wealth Energy open my eyes to the longest believers Energy open my eyes past the shapes and the gears of design Energy open my eyes to the swan song revulsion Energy open my eyes, and feed me the seeds of revenge Bastards rise Degraded, erased, freed and forgotten. Harlots climb Chained to a concept and dragged into hell Choke under the plague of the ancients Sent from an unraveling past to find the source of the ruins ahead Led by the land of the dead
2.
I've passed a time I knew for useless Into a visceral carpentry of mind Cold hands reach out and a living mirror calls my name A figure steps from in and out the glass Charred bone and cloth from ages old and lost. Laughter rings out, from the head of a jackal grinning long "Gaze into wasted time. You've only left the only life you ever had behind." Piercing through with lifeless eyes "The last one will return to end your reign" I cast aside this sickly vision tired Jackals lead on. Let the past burn in exalted light Madness take hold, On a far stretch of that sound oblivion Shapes and forms that shift and phase Indivisive land or sea With the old world burning on a wire I take a rapid glance at my surroundings. Other souls, a pulsing march of seekers These are Gods? Are we lost? "Lay down under the many moons above Lay down in this place of a yet to come" The jackal rips and tares my eyes commanding force and senses blind and ripping into weakened flesh he's pulling out and tearing in and gazing in his eyes I see all the better parts that I'll never get back. Alone and completely surrounded Alone as discreetly separate A turn at last to part the veil that's shrouded a soul in perfect isolation.
3.
Every prejudice you breathe Sends a wave that gently crashes Against an answer that could save Threads a needle through the effigy Puts the machete in its hands Drowns a hope, burns a genesis Butterfly Segregation Cause and effect Perpetual Defined and medicated minds Erase the threat and smother out our ember Put our lives at ease to own a natural course Then a shock occurs to rattle routine apathy Cause and effect Comfort provided in our distractions I can't retain because I've lost the reasons Suffering locked in competition I can't react and don't remember trying A promise spit against the wind To a hand enforcing ownership Concept nurturing a concept reigning over concepts bludgeoning a concept Fire spills from our own hands And lands upon the backs of children Lies occupy the senses overriding instincts keeps providing funds History packaged as a myth glossed and warped to provide your entertainment Capitulated loss To the poisoned inner workings of the self Set us free from these hypnotizing saints Don't wash the blood that has coated all our senses The pounding of the drums From the minds that rattled precious balanced plans Beyond their coil, that can't be buried true A wave and not a drop, a senses spirit true The distance closes off In between the precious sparks that bare our nature We are more then brittle words and carpet bombings Hide a name and watch their eyes wide search in panic Fate, consensuses of all theory The vertebra of lust aligned in decimation of the truest name Pain The threat outweighs the feeling This safety of identity deprives us of true knowledge Shame Show me my failure Teach me my hate that I may finally awake.

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released July 5, 2017

James Macneil - Drums
Thomas Gibson - Guitars, Vocals

Instruments recorded by Old Hope at the Rehearsal Factory
Vocals recorded by Tim Bastmeyer in Uxbridge ON.
Mixed by Thomas Gibson and Josh Gillard
Artwork by Thomas Gibson
Logo by Will Bustin

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