O LYRICS 1. Conceive 2. Reverence Lost 3. Ligature 4. Pseudo Cavalier 5. Abeyance 6. Shunning the Blight 7. Grow 8. Cartel 9. Vicissitude 10. La Lucha Sangrienta 11. The Epic 12. Terminate "Conceive" [Instrumental] Top "Reverence Lost" Elevators truly named to elevate, and so they came: second senses and reflections running through the aforementioned elevated amity (removed, for I am not nearly as propertied as she). You can't deny that this is a cold war; domestic flights run to keep it alive. We have to fly just under the radar if we should never hope to divide. Neglecting roars of, "This is a cold war!" they raid the line 'tween the coast and the tide. The door of repose pendulates ajar. Blockades deteriorate in due time. Oh, God! Your pockets are having seizures. Shaking lifestyles seem only divine. While ducats diagram your teasers, you can burn with the rest of the line. You can't deny that this is a cold war; domestic flights run to keep it alive. We have to fly just under the radar if we should never hope to divide. Neglecting roars of, "This is a cold war!" they raid the line 'tween the coast and the tide. The door of repose pendulates ajar. Blockades deteriorate in due time. Top "Ligature" [Instrumental] Top "Pseudo Cavalier" In delirium I begged you, just so I'd remain alive, to sing a silent warning before jeopardy revived, but I couldn't hear your whisper for the clicking of medic machines. While I drank in sterile slumbers, you were picking my bones clean. Fixed on the canvas, I see mostly hair and mostly mine damaged from the tincture; striction shouldn't come as a surprise. Due to aberrations, I am forced to sensationalize the white flag recommending that the relatives should be apprised. Anamnesis flows, behind inattentive eyes (and those eyes are mine), to interior design. "Efficacious operative" defined me: "efficacious operative" defined me: breathless, heartless, eloquent, and I felt fine. Feeble in bed and unable to rise. Impending death wailing at me while I step outside to the narrative looking on my bride. It harks: "To mend something demolished would sanitize our cavities. Just make the payment fit. We are the proletariat." The very few who secretly ride chariots. Egocentric, self-indulgent mercenary, peccancy should incinerate your cavities. It's the aftermath of detestable, atrocious and despicable immorality. An alteration is not impossible, just unprecedented. Anamnesis flows, behind inattentive eyes (and those eyes are mine), to interior design. "Efficacious operative" defined me, "efficacious operative" defined me, and I felt fine. Top "Abeyance" [Instrumental] Top "Shunning the Blight" Acclamation, praise, and notoriety... eminence and fans of vast variety belied me and my ability (or lack thereof, or lack thereof) to write clearly. Couldn't turn without concern from poor delivery of injury, or misery; any preconceived idea. Wait 'til you see: no one can write as fast as me. Couldn't turn without concern from poor delivery of injury, or misery; any preconceived idea. Wait 'til you see: no one can write as fast as me. It may be incestuous, but what's do to when solid pillars turn to rust? Both of us have greater sights to see; we've had writer's block for weeks. A unique killing spree: watch him bleed, watch him bleed. The fault's on all of us. Lack of conversation turned us monstrous, monstrous, monstrous. Create a new design, something he can not recognize: flashing lights, clashing sights, bragging rights... ...all somehow aligned. Escape the parasite. We're running out of time, you and I. Escape the parasite. We're running out of time. Top "Grow" We're running out of time. They're coming after... Top "Cartel" They called the ambulances after taking second glances. Shallow breaths fog the rain on the parade. They called the ambulances, recalled familiar glances, glancing nervously at those models' faces. While this cartel may have to stay, we have a map to this maze. While this cartel may have to stay, we have a map to this maze. Glancing back, glancing back, you can see those faces on your map drawn upon that canvas of skin. You read the story years ago, and here's where yours begins. While this cartel may have to stay, we have a map to this maze. While this cartel may have to stay, we have a map to this maze. Who opened your sores last night? Top "Vicissitude" [Instrumental] Top "La Lucha Sangrienta" Sinking spells on the caravel encroach upon our sentinel: they've misspelled in the manual approach at ways they can excel. Convey a lesser pith: maintenance staff, heed how they go base our division with heliographs and puppet shows. We desire to know what discretion barricades allow. Oh, speculations have all dissolved by now. Projectile's mission: ship, excavate the myriad of ocean near the strip with your irate (scantily clad)! Cedar will sink with its chairman, so astute, craving the brink of the mainland in hot pursuit. Catechising whose vile transgression we must disavow. Oh, speculations have all dissolved by now. Top "The Epic" One stiletto drags amid twine, another thrown into my spine. How these articles drive to attract this crisis for which I must enact silent equivocation at dawn! Ambition urges this wrong to perish away, perish away. (Ah, ah...) Wretched vow, I must maintain delusion (how did he let it go?), for just how the traffic lanes defied an escapee, I don't know. Disallow, but overtrained collusion's guaranteed, even so. Come on, now; this is feigned communion (agony; an inferno). Noetic prophets claim celibacy prevails. This will end me, reposession of devotedness for a small taste of something less. Every follicle yearns to be free; emancipation would be celestial. Celestial. (Ah, ah...) Wretched vow, I must maintain delusion (how did he let it go?), for just how the traffic lanes defied an escapee, I don't know. Disallow, but overtrained collusion's guaranteed, even so. Come on, now; this is feigned communion (agony; an inferno). The cannon was fired with such ease, it was almost hard to believe. They came running down aisleways, as I schemed a plan of escape for the oversoon war widow, and guided her to the window: "Beloved, whisk ahead; we can't turn back once we have sighted the revenant." Wretched vow, I must maintain delusion (how did he let it go?), for just how the traffic lanes defied an escapee, I don't know. Disallow, but overtrained collusion's guaranteed, even so. Come on, now; this is feigned communion (agony; an inferno), no. "Beloved, whisk ahead; we can't turn back once we have sighted the revenant." Punctual shot, but the paragon ran, solely advancing the erring of man. Punctual shot, but the paragon ran, solely advancing the erring of man. Top "Terminate" [Instrumental] Top