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Black Anger

(2012)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresMetalcore, Sludge Metal
LabelsWe Are Triumphant Records
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Black Anger Lyrics

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1. The Eternal Receptor (3:24)
Welcome it, long enough to close the old taste.

A vicious cycle with no end. Created a truth that hovers in my face, and this is where we sleep.
Despite my pride, I rejoice in the reminder, and yes I remember the heart in my mouth. It was a rejected ending, that was frustrated by the scenes of an underlying act. We must descend or be decent. And I will not speak in this moment for fear of giving up evidence because you are all just victims of a skin deep lullaby.
It’s all tied to the smell of sex. Minus the need for flesh.

We sleep in it.
It’s hard to breathe when breathing boils the skin. I wear my armor like a second sin.
Stop pulling me in. My body shutters from sleepless anger, and thoughtless yearning but it’s stronger than ever. But I’ve learned where to turn my face, I’ve pulled away the worn down shield and I’ve took my stance. Now if I’m bruised would you see it. I don’t exist to take this beating.

The beauty of it all, I can take your blows. This is it.
2. Procreativity (4:02)
Together we’ll lay another chapter, sooner than expected for them. She’s soaking wet. She lies there stoned. Waiting, hoping, thinking bold, that I can make her whole. My empty space. I’ll find at last. Filled in this moment in the past.
I’ve never felt an attachment compel me so far. I am the past that is buried beneath all the scars.
Hidden deep inside from any prying eyes. So far it’s been just enough.
Enigma is my shield. Won’t be destroyed again from within.
Pathetically I’m returning by hiding behind my illusions.
This I despise. Exploiting, weakness and trust. For means to an end.
Through the segments. Death can find me. My joints have damned me and left me candid. You will never hear my voice, it locks away the weakness. Inadequate. With or without a mind to feel you looking if you think you need it I will hide it forever in nothing.
I’ve never felt an attachment compel me so far. I am the past that is buried beneath all the scars.
Hidden deep inside from any prying eyes. So far it’s been just enough.
At the crest of climax your face will change to be the means to the end. I will dispose of the waste.
I am the past.
3. Lorica Segmentata (4:00)
Uselessness and hopelessness. Loneliness and bitterness. Biting underneath. Eating into me. So I became a grave to hide the fangs that were gnawing me inside, so many years ago. Covered by secrecy that hides my soul.
My accent spills, to close out, engulf reality but my voice isn’t the same as the sound.
My voice isn’t the same as the sound.
Deadpan stare, a diversion for poise secrete the ache. Heart squeezed in a fist to numb the pain.
The darkest sludge. Oozing, and creeping, and pouring, and leaking; from the worn out bones.
Time builds upon itself to seep decay from my pores. Congealed in the air. My scars become more.
Rebellion taking place upon my carcass. Strip my armor in the mirror. Yellow eyes look back at me.
Blackness has hardened all my scars. I’ll seek the answers.
Bound for years. From within an emptiness some sick concoction of hate and decadence.
Limited to pride and presently in silence. Doubt springs seeking answers. Grim masked father, help me, is this all I am? A heart attack in pent up eyes?
4. Inherited (ft. Chas Lee) (2:44)
They weren’t lying were they? It was contagious. And he spent his time on the disease.
Scales built a shield that bone could never cross and marrow drips from those shingles.
Curses never really end.
Decay, consuming defects, and the son grows. Matched, a single breath, it was just a waste.
Damned.
Upon our blood, family blackness. Inherited.
You present the concept of black, with experience. Spawn an embrace of wrath to drown compassion. Removed from this world by our own hands but that’s not enough. Breathe in the dust through your hollow cavity.
You live to die. You’re dying to live.
You’re false. Nothing at all. Delivered and consumed.
We all feed on the same things that make us sick. Makes us believe that there’s truth in the life we lead.
5. Caustic Pulse (ft. Adam Cody & Forrest Wright) (4:14)
Grim-masked father I can’t hide all my time from the tone of your voice. I’d watched you break me with my own eyes.
Your words are nothing when whisked away by the sound of your defeat.
When did these last few years go by. My head has drained me dry.
I will show you it’s bitter taste. Just as you have shown me.
The boil inside. Wild, unhindered. Making hard to find some other feeling or passion, quite as real.
I cough blood into my palms. It’s as thin as water and the fire boils it away.
Scales protecting armored faults. The replacement has been made.
Something is wrong. Fed and grown in paranoia. My demon consumes.
Heaving the catalyst. The inferno sears and swiftly ruins.
Some color flooding back in this disintegration.
Hell climbs in the sky. When you see, the vision will be burned.
When I stand to cause the fall I have arrived.
No pity for a single soul. Selfish manipulators. I will coat the world. In my caustic pulse.
Give it a rest. With nothing left to show you’re hardly making sense at all. The evil’s taken hold. It won’t get past your lips. Once these bonds pin down your soul.
6. Heathen (4:17)
Awaiting the chain to break. Wrap it around, drag me free of faith. It was eagerness. It was blindness. Dancing to a poem of purity.
The foul are unbound and my suffocation begins,
With the weight of lights fall. I have awoken to breathe again. My lungs aren’t quite the same.
Free at last to judge my morals with my new eyes I will see a world in shades of grey.
My eyes show this is real.
It was never enough.
If only I could give up this place.
I see a ghost with hollow eyes. Brought back to his knees. Come home you demon, hide in white. Marveled and honored. Praised in illusion.
With the weight of lights fall. I have awoken to breathe again. My lungs aren’t quite the same.
If only I could give up this place.
7. Drowning The Arsonist (3:10)
They sing the words but not the meaning. I can’t hear over the grinding teeth. They don’t breathe, only speak the thoughts that aren’t their own. Hoping their veins will grow out like extensions of their fingertips while they have them intertwined. Like a stalk that will reach the heavens. Expecting to fill their empty hands with gold while graciously doing nothing to earn it, except sputtering disguised begging from their lips.
If I close my eyes I might see those syllables but they would be hollow, empty, barren. Shattering them in my face I feel cold and disgusted. It‘s pointless, don’t you see? Biting my tongue I grow tired of the taste of blood, and I’ve been clenching my heart in this fist so damn long I think it’s gone numb. I don’t know if I feel anything anymore. They cast me to the sea.
It’s where you’ll find me. My hands swollen, and my feet don’t quite touch the bottom. But no one ever taught me much more than floating. Suspended in my doubt, my grave.
What am I supposed to see? It doesn’t make sense. All the words you wrote to fill the book are of teetering speech. I’m scared to death. Scared of who might be listening, but I don’t know you and I never did.
The drowning begins tonight.
8. Charybdis (4:38)
The water pulls from underneath.
The current grasps at the chains, they slide from my hips.
I drift, as I am helpless to the waves.

Now, all sound is crashing surf and chattering teeth.
Overwhelmed in it I feel the cold upon my lips.
The water pulls from underneath.

Against the ocean my sword is useless within it’s sheath.
The tide is barren without sight of any ships.
I drift, as I am helpless to the waves.

With my feet I cannot find even a reef.
As my arms grow tired my body dips.
The water pulls from underneath.

More rapid is the current, a hand from beneath.
Fighting the flow, exhausted and conceded, by body slips.
I drift, as I am helpless to the waves.

And from the sea, a vortex I bequeath.
The waters churn, dragging me in, my limbs jerk, my neck whips.
The water pulls from underneath.
I drift, as I am helpless to the waves.
9. Bottom Feeders (ft. Jonathan Cardwell) (2:56)
See the world swirling helpless. I can’t break free from this place.
Exactness falls on me. Banished to hell, when I thought I was here to drown.
Pitch dark, and I still see your shadows, your silhouettes painted against the gloom.
Feeding now on me. Like fleas gnawing at my skin. The rummaging has begun.
Rage will burn away everything faster than any blaze. Rage will burn you away faster than moths in flames.
A familiar pain plagues my head. I vomit hot red.
The colors will peel from you and disappear. As the flames consume us, your screams I long to hear. Genocide. I want genocide upon parasites. They’ll be burned off my skin.
The leeches burn, their bodies dry as sin.
Rage will burn away everything faster than any blaze. Rage will burn you away faster than moths in flames.
They are picking me clean feelings washed off of me.
Neck deep in their ash my body grows.
10. Dust Mending (2:54)
Swollen against the seams.
Bitter meat. We have burned dust of my organs. I’m dry as hell.
I’ve found black anger. Bury my voice. I can’t take the ugliness. I’ve turned my sword on it’s side. My armor feeling so fresh.
Throw it in the smoldering. Hangman never knew no better way.
Smoke leaves my palms. I breathe it back in. From the back my mind, I come to watch eyes turn to white. Flooded chest separating death. It seems underneath the spotlight, everything is nothing.
Bitter meat. We have burned dust of my organs. I’m dry as hell.
Swollen.
11. Secret Shame (ft. Forrest Wright) (5:40)
Clawing the floor. They drag their way back. Scales reflect light from the embers. Black. Hideous forms returning from ash. Blood cooled down now. How am I to clash?
No one is scared of you, but you’re never going to hear me. With no escape, I keep coming back to the same old shame.
Peeling it back it becomes infection.
Living in vain of orthodox. Time wasted on a paradox.
My rage can’t harm their scales. Let’s pull the wrath from their yellow eyes. A stain, a blemish, here to stay. I can’t outlive my own reflection.
I don’t want to be known with any links to these pathetic sins. Words start to pile. Forever a memory.
Hope grows from the bottom. Into what you always had in me.
Braced by everything behind me. Your diction just starts to fall apart.
Quarantined. You are, Quarantined.
I won’t let you out. Won’t loosen my grip collapse before me.
Hope grows from the bottom. Into what you always had in me.
No armor, no scales. Reach out there is nothing to grasp. No armor, no scales. Back against the wall. It’s time for…
War!
I want to be someone I admire.
Climactic clash. Consecrated. No need for eyes. No need for ears. Clairvoyance. Darkness reborn. One ember alight. My friend alone.
Clawing the floor. They drag their way back. Scales reflect light from the embers. Black. Hideous forms returning from ash. Blood cooled down now. How am I to clash?
Teach me to walk. My bones your chalk.
I left my head in the corner where I was hung with my eyes sewn shut.
12. Black Anger (5:01)
I’ve been watching this. Burning out the taste in my mouth.
Pick the tendons clean off the bones.
In all my life I have found nothing like this. Change is starving my heart, while my diseases progress my demons, and hell progressed in my eyes.
Hell progresses in my eyes. It can’t be undone. I am forever gone.
I hate you all you selfish, fucking worthless, ignorant, self-righteous, enslaved puppets. Fuck you all.
Hate washed over me. For all human kind, motivated by their self-interest.
If I really cared I’d choke on it. Pull it physically from my head. I beg you to try, scavenger. I won’t make it easy. There’s no better feeling than the nothing that I caught, in the empty nights.
It can’t be undone. I am forever gone.
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