Released on February 15, 2013

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[Verse 1]

The broken ways, as I walk through the emptiness

Lost souls as empty as mine

Barren and desolate, foreseeing the irony

Abolish the self, merge into a singular space

Confront the self, subduing the whim's inside

No feelings to exude and portray the sullen days

As we hide from the bitterness

Embellish reality, or so your told


[Verse 2]

No other way, to prepare for awakening

Condense the frail ridden mind

Keep without consciousness

To adhere to the ending days

The gods are not here for you now

Expect a dichotomy

Ancient thoughts to prepare for the exodus

Shutter at what knowledge will hold

Sullen days searching for a singular way


[Pre-Chorus 1]

Now I conceive a brutal reality

Just wanting to kill

Murder in mind, to silence a virus

Internal struggle containing the violence

Wanting to purge the earth

Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution

Pray for my soul to receive its ascension


[Pre-Chorus 2]

Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell

Hopes of redemption decline

Festering hate inside - as I harbor the pain within

A tormented soul that's tortured and bound

- God fearing agony


[Chorus]

Broken days, in my bitter reality

Conform thy self, I brood within

Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days

The know not my plans of what destiny holds


[Bridge]

What you don't know, is silence can kill

What I know is silence will manifest

HATRED, brewing within me

I dream of KILLING

If thoughts could lash out, you'd all be dead


[Pre-Chorus 1]

Now I conceive a brutal reality

Just wanting to kill

Murder in mind, to silence a virus

Internal struggle containing the violence

Wanting to purge the earth

Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution

Pray for my soul to receive its ascension


[Pre-Chorus 2]

Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell

Hopes of redemption decline

Festering hate inside - as I harbor the pain within

A tormented soul that's tortured and bound

- God fearing agony


[Chorus]

Broken days, in my bitter reality

Conform thy self, I brood within

Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days

They know not my plans of what destiny holds