Альбом Living Sacrifice

I've constricted. Disconnected. Amputation. Liberation.
Bound no longer by pathetic offers.
This waste of time
Flatline
I respond relentless. Determination. Resistant.
I am resistant. I am resistant.
I refuse to be consumed by this parasite.
I refuse to be consumed. That's draining life.

A simple test. Probing loss. Looking for a vein.
Tapping on a grave they call their own.
I desire. I invite this process. Injection begin.
Begin. Break the skin. Salvation quickly driven in.
Pride in fracture. In subjection.
A new supply running red with purpose.
Nothing less than flawless in design.
Systematic in possession. Igniting all within.
Running red with purpose.
Nothing less than flawless in design.

Self perception of this reason.
Strive against this heart that's needing.
Accused by this lust of flesh and death world.
Born again...life.
Born again...peace.
Born again...love.
I am not my own.
Cannot contain. Disassociate my sorrow and pain.
All distortions of hate. Distortions of God.
Dissect. Massacre. Dissipate.
False hope in man.
False life adorned in destruction.
Failed life in death once ripped me open.
Now dissect. Massacre.

For the cause. My trial. My judgment. My retribution.
A new machine leaving all behind.
Mercy will only complicate.
Fill the space inside. Shoot to kill the wounded.
The calloused tongue.
My aim is precise. Armed with my own failures. The cost of being you.
Brace yourself like a man.
You fail to qualify. It's only personal. Just being...
A new machine. A new machine.
My aim is precise. My retribution.

Breathing freely. Function. Easy.
Peace of God. Peace of God.
Needless chaos. Cast down. Cast off.
Liberate me.
Needless chaos. Peace of God. Liberate. Liberate.
By God. Soul embrace. Death is waste.
Life on my terms. Wasted fruitless.
Saved from my terms. All on grace now.
Am I not beyond? Can I not respond?
Child's mind lost. Taken from me.
Claiming my chance to believe.
By God. Soul embrace.
Death is waste.

Cut deep. The wound is open. Infection sets in.
Will this be my last or does the cut get deeper?
I can't feel walking with unopened eyes.
Lies that brought me here fade away.
Misplaced this cure. Misplaced this heart.
Can't feel for the wound inside.
Hand of the dead laid in stone. Shape shift to convince.
Drowning is evidence that fading is slowly taking root.
Can't feel for the wound inside.
Hand of the dead.

Burn the end and fall away
Try to look the best to portray this death
The air around me is cloudy, smells like cancer
Seems like my need to be something God's not called me to be
Give me that feeling I've fooled myself
Concerned with perception, can't come off looking weak
Least of all with you
If I need this image to be me
Then where is my God able to shine through?
Burn the end, fall away
Light up another representation of my insecurity
When I stumble, don't follow my small rebellion
Corruption collapse
Compromise will breed corruption

pleading, bloody, desire, calling,
this meaning, the way is clear
the path ahead, they can't stop me
they can't stop the calling
submit my flesh to make this difference
to cause revolution in my heat
infectious, infectious
have your way, fill the void, fulfill the purpose
set forth the plain in this vessel
pleading, bloody, desire, calling,
infectious. have your way
they can't stop me. they can't sop the calling
submit my flesh to make this difference

Let it take hold.
We have perverted, destroyed the truth
Exchanged for a slant or fiction that feeds the part of me
That will become the darkest place of all.
One thought, one word spoken
All of this exists unto you
In everything I believe and see that confirms the love
We have perverted, destroyed the truth
Exchanged for a fabrication
This hope that lies within exposed for all to see
Let it take hold
I choose a perfect way
In everything I believe and see that confirms the love
Can I recieve this gift, never ceasing?
This hope that lies within Let it take hold

Fighting. Lapse of me.
Conditioned thought. Potency.
Lifeforce. Extraction. Nothing is not there.
Precious, wasted. Killed and tested.
To be what they want me to be is not within me.
Seething. Loathing. Free to think your way.
To be what they want me to be. It's not within me.
Lapse of life. Conditioned thought.
Told me. Against me.
Nothing is not there.