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This track was recorded with a single Microphone in the garage where we practice, last Tuesday the 14th, 2014.
This track isn't off our first album, or even our second. We just love you guys that much.
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lyrics
Fog framed garden, seeds ungrowing
Long claimed land owned by unknowing
fading tributes to countless moments of countless instants
of existence
reflect the light off lifeless moon
from the mirror of midnight dew
Marble angels serve to mock the dead below with the stone tears they drop
Monuments to irrelevance, built for conceit and molded in greed
Mark subterraneal decomposition of dying cells
which can't know their fate
(Night speaks to itself, shadows share black secrets
Nocturna shall reign in whispers until dawns act of treason (x2))
Oh post mortem narcissism, oh, no afterlife, no pride
The misguided symbol of disturbed earth, the naivety that the dead have worth, fading dying tributes wilt on the names of fresh turned dirt and ancient grave,
guilt for the blood in our veins
Why not accept that reality ends with your life?
A carved likeness still makes us nothing more then our own measurement of time
The lapse of your plot
To be defined by where..
We rot
Oh, sarcophony, unending echoless screams
Oh, Sarcophony, a tribute to the void
Percussion of the leaves, oh, Sarcophony
Fog framed garden seeds ungrowing long claimed land owned by unknowing fading tributes to countless instants
Release their sorrow upon the night's wind
Unseen forces grant awareness
to the essence of past tense this
Mass awakening makes hours of seconds
A world erupts back in to silence
Monuments to irrelevance, built for conceit and molded in greed
Mark subterraneal decomposition of dying cells
which now know their fate
Oh post mortem narcissism, oh, no afterlife, no pride
The misguided symbol of disturbed earth, the naivety that the dead have worth, fading dying tributes wilt on the names of fresh turned dirt and ancient grave, guilt for the blood in our veins
Why not accept that reality ends with your life?
A carved likeness still makes us nothing then our own measurement of time
The lapse of your plot
To be defined by where..
You...
Rot!
Clinging to your social status with the grip of rigor mortis
Physical eulogies
Oh, Sarcophony, unending echoless screams,
Sarcophony, a tribute to the void
Chorus for the tree's, Sarcophony!
Clinging to your social status with the grip of rigor mortis
Have your second final say
Oh, Sarcophony, unending echoless screams,
Sarcophony, a tribute to the void
Chorus for the trees, Sarcophony!