Fits of Reason Lyrics

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Fits of Reason Lyrics:

 

Seven Hells (Lamb)

The seventh hell inside us impales and divides us

And scatters our skin with the seed

Of our deeds devoured, on other worlds showered

As our demon celestials bleed

The seventh heaven’s promise, the Gospel of Thomas

The Shahadat’s secrets are saved

As the dead and the sleeping still fear a flesh reaping

And gather their gold for the grave

In bonds of conscience respiration fails

Blind suffocation proceeds

By floodwaters swallowed, the proprium of whales

Shed these lung spires and breathe

Eyes end in flames and the brow settles

Sunk cheek to jaw

Lips forming shame and the mind’s metal

Floods one and all

Laws of men lay claim to all those without shame

Who enlighten themselves with the lies

That our souls are bound to the deafening sounds

As the megaphones fill up the skies

In bonds of conscience respiration fails

Blind suffocation proceeds

By floodwaters swallowed, the proprium of whales

Shed these lung spires and breathe

Eyes end in flames and the brow settles

Sunk cheek to jaw

Lips forming shame and the mind’s metal

Floods one and all

No sacred sound remains unscathed despite the fall

No shouting shafts of light are saved

No demon’s peace prescribed for pain to one and all

No foul façade left saving face

 

Nine Eyes (Lamb)

Nine eyes on the wild one

In the heliosphere of the holy sun

A skeleton of stone in reverence kneels

Through translucent skin of steel

An offering of what was once our lives held high

Bound to these spheres by inherent sound

Of hunger, of heart and cerebral crown

We’re languid in the chains of daily strife

That choke and chafe internal life

The undying in us stirs with each link these sounds melt down

Assail any altar aligned with any faltered

Design of material gain

And we shall shed these shackles of shame

For the robes of what naked remains

Wax wings for a venture in vain,

Or the evolution of the alchemists aim?

The element of man reduced to flesh

A vessel of our consciousness

Reborn within a cage that won’t decay or die

Assail any altar aligned with any faltered

Design of material gain

And we shall shed these shackles of shame

For the robes of what naked remains

 

Bow for Blade (Lamb/Swain)

Bred by skin, born to dust

Raised in flames and aged in rust

Build an altar on high for the world to see

Crawl in stalks, run to the sea

Scour every shore for industry

Burn the bulk of the battles in effigy

Falling through the sky

Crowds have gathered, mouths gaped open wide

Some shouting some are stupefied

Others would rather be home

And though the cowards cast their qualms aloud

The falling still descend alone

Forced at birth, trained in trade

Anger feeds the child cum music maid

Frustration fueling the fire every step of the way

Over rocks and through the wood

Swallow all the reels and ales she could

Battle rages but all we wanna do is play

Falling through the sky

Crowds have gathered, mouths gaped open wide

Some shouting some are stupefied

Others would rather be home

And though the cowards cast their qualms aloud

The falling still descend alone

Wrought with earth, sick with jade

Travel don’t make the luster fade

Toil cheek to cheek and bow for blade

Braced in flame and souls to keep

Desire won’t let the monster sleep

We burn bright and broil in our crusade

Falling through the sky

Crowds have gathered, mouths gaped open wide

Some shouting some are stupefied

Others would rather be home

And though the cowards cast their qualms aloud

The falling still descend alone

 

Barren Lakes (Lamb)

The moons aflood with barren lakes

Reflecting lifelessness reflecting rays

Of suns of fire, of blood red rage

Out of which we are born

Into which is our fate

“No agony of any mortal brain

shall wrest the secret…

the search is in vain”

We’ll bathe in the blood of salvation’s name

Fast then feast upon his flesh and pray

We’ll clothe our skin in armor want for war

With blind allegiance, fear and faith no more

“No agony of any mortal brain

shall wrest the secret…

the search is in vain”

 

The Messenger (Lamb)

There are fleeting fits of reason between the sleeping and the drinks

When a million different sensory experiences blink

And its there within the momentary darkness you can breathe

And be a form without reflection or debris

There are bloody bouts of tenderness against the bonds of fear

Fixed in combat everlasting, vultures circled ever near

Now they’re placing bets deciding who will be the first to feast

But we can flood the battlefield with song and beer

Barrel-chested bankers buying billboards by the score

Placing all their eggs in baskets made of future futile wars

Now their children fight in microcosmic mirrors of their game

And the messenger will always be to blame

There are centuries of seasons turning white to green to brown

Cycling through each solar sequence, turning temperaments around

When this incessant spinning ceases making dizzy all our days

We’ll succumb to something stranger anyway

To some disaster of a disorienting brand new day

Barrel-chested bankers buying billboards by the score

Placing all their eggs in baskets made of future futile wars

Now their children fight in microcosmic mirrors of their game

And the messenger will always be to blame

 

Wayward Daughter (Lamb)

Cast not your stone at the wayward daughter

Lay down the gavel and the robe

If not for the lure of darker water

No salvation we would know

Cast your eyes on visions broader

For every height there comes a fall

For every saint, a wild marauder

And a beast in wait for heroes tall

Child they’re seeking weakness tonight

Their fangs poised for to bite

Their condemnation betrays

A heavy conscience and rage

Their blood is boiling for pain

Their bitterness holds the reins

And whips the flesh from the horse

Of justice served in due course

Cast not your stone at the wayward daughter

Lay down the gavel and the robe

If not for the lure of darker water

No salvation we would know

Cast your eyes on visions broader

There’s a beast in wait for heroes tall

Child they’re seeking weakness tonight

Their fangs poised for to bite

Their condemnation betrays

A heavy conscience and rage

Their blood is boiling for pain

Their bitterness holds the reins

And whips the flesh from the horse

Of justice served in due course

 

Hitchens (Lamb)

Is it so hard to believe

That when your ship comes into shore

After life there’s only death forever more?

Any truth we can conceive

Is just the surface of it’s source

For every mind a frame of reference there is born

 

Threads of Measure (Lamb)

Torn by travel, toil and treason

Tied by fraying lines

Devil drowning voice of reason

Dire decaying mind

Mending miles with threads of measure

Letting loose all lies

Unraveling lines of pain and pleasure

A life of death defied

Swollen hands laid down like the light of hope

Falls in fragments from self-dealt fatal blows

And burns our eyes with bold bursts of fires unknown

Yet sewn so tight to us we can’t let go

‘Round unholy chasms and up hollow hills

We steady our horsepower and summon our will

To embrace what’s behind what is seen and is haunting us still

What was one has become individual parts

Devoid of the source where this ritual starts

With our wills overthrown at the whim of habitual hearts

One day no sordid soul will shout it’s purpose

Corralling lost accomplices around

When thunder voices cease to shower us with locust

Will you be ready to receive the underground?

Shape-shifting morality rise and decline

A tic-tocking time bomb hard wired to the mind

We pursue what’s perceived as a short cut to achieve the sublime

One day no sordid soul will shout it’s purpose

Corralling lost accomplices around

When thunder voices cease to shower us with locust

Will you be ready to receive the underground?

 

Caves (Lamb)

The corners of the heart are caves

And echo with the blood curdling cries of babes

We’ve sheltered in the shadow of a doubt

Where faith is abated by design