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This is the last song recorded with Graham handling the vocals, it's a banger and we hope you enjoy it!


Human pollution is a worm gnawing at my heart

We see beauty in cemeteries on account of the roses

A sad excuse for deity, nature proves me a fallacy-so miserably dependent

I’ve sunk my teeth into this rotten fruit, but I’ve come to love the taste

I sold my birthright for a meal

The spirit of slavery: the lifeblood in my veins

And I bow down to my own slaughter

Anything to eradicate ‘futility’

And I bow down to my own slaughter

The heart wants what it wants

The new religion: “I am the captain of my soul”

But I long for touch and can’t still the thoughts,

These appetites aren’t natural, they’re acquired

And it goes to show that relativity is a liar

No mechanism of man will quench this thirst, all constructs are corrupt

False hope, false thrones, false dominion,

My soul clings to the dirt and its grip will not weaken
Revering transience in fear of what lies ahead

Stained-glass eyes blur the lines between the grave and the divine

For any hue is blinding white beneath a blanket of blackness

Am I the captain of my soul or enslaved by new religion?

We’ve been searching for peace in a prison,

while a generation forfeits the definition of hope


released November 3, 2015



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Mirrors&Tides Cambridge, Ontario

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