Bodem's

Album : Sounding The Seventh Trumpet

 

When you see them coming in form.
And they say they do what's best for you.
Fighting for one total control.
They are planned and organized for you.
Breaking their hold. Breaking their hold of control they strive.
To keep you down, behind your back, the time has come, the end is near.
It's when you sleep, so late at night, and in the light, getting prepared.
It's not to help you, but help their cause, under one system, you wont exist.
They are the few, with all the power, our system screams, we can't let them tear our hearts out.
Screaming, pulling on our pride. Stand together for the right cause, one system to our demise 

Album : Sounding The Seventh Trumpet

So much time I've wasted.
I can truly say I never thought it would come to this.
Never would I doubt you, but the truth kept smacking me in the face.
Reality. You never stopped to think and you ripped us apart.
How could you? Now our time is gone but it's still breaking my heart.
Tears run down as I think of the days we've had,
and the memories will last forever,
but you and I have died and gone our separate ways.
You are the one.
You are the wrong one.
Breaking the mold.
Going your own way.
All I feel, betrayal.
So much time I've wasted, and I never thought it'd come to this.
Apology.
We had something great, then it was washed away.
We had something more, then I can explain.
I’m sorry. No! We had something great, then it was washed away.
No! Not all friendships last, the genuine are harder to take.
No! Time to start again, hope someday you'll think of me.
No! The end reality, I know someday I'll think of you.

Album : Sounding The Seventh Trumpet

The mark I breathe on you.
It’s tearing through your soul.
The breath I waste.
Losing control.
I bleed in pain.
Testing what I know.
Lips soaked in deceit.
Pull me from here.
No one’s innocent.
So why do I feel bad?
But guilt keeps creeping, creeping up on me.
Guilt. Tearing me up inside.
The innocent.
An evil in disguise.
The face of beauty to fall for.
I fall to my knees, deceitful.
Brought down by feelings of regret.
Again your mind has failed the test.
Not everyone feels the same.
Pacifist blinded by the game.
Stand tall. They’ll break your heart.
Stand tall. They’ll smash your ego.
Stand tall. They’ll tear you down.
Stand tall. Scar your soul.
Break your thought.
Fuck your mind.
The mark I breathe on you.
It’s burning through your soul.
The breath I waste.
Losing control.
I bleed in pain.
Testing what I know.
Lips soaked in deceit.
Pull me from this hole.

Album : Sounding The Seventh Trumpet

A living nightmare, asleep but still aware.
The endless torture.
The painless pleasure.
I grasp myself.
Trying to regain control.
I experience and learn.
In another faction of my mind.
So confused.
But everything makes perfect sense.
Can’t feel the pain.
Emotional pain’s so much deadlier.
Lost, you’ve just been raped.
Pain. Your friends can’t help you.
Why wont they help you? Another reality.
This can’t be happening.
Why is this happening?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck. Are you?
Trying hard to figure out what’s done.
I scramble but now I run.
The images in my head.
All the problems that I’ve been fed.
Punching slowly my mind can’t change the speed.
As my victims bleed.
No matter what I do or how hard I try.
I can’t use my abilities.
Use my abilities.
Art of Illusion.
My razor sharp knife’s edge, pierces my victim’s body.
But I can not take their soul.
Punching through jello, stabbing not killing.
Disappointment. Discomfort.
My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body.
But I can't take their soul.
Punching through jello, stabbing, not killing.
Disapointment. Discomfort.

Album : Sounding The Seventh Trumpet
Title : The Art of Subconscious Illusion

A living nightmare, asleep but still aware.

The endless torture.

The painless pleasure.

I grasp myself.

Trying to regain control.

I experience and learn.

In another faction of my mind.

So confused.

But everything makes perfect sense.

Can’t feel the pain.

Emotional pain’s so much deadlier.

Lost, you’ve just been raped.

Pain. Your friends can’t help you.

Why wont they help you? Another reality.

This can’t be happening.

Why is this happening?

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck. Are you?

Trying hard to figure out what’s done.

I scramble but now I run.

The images in my head.

All the problems that I’ve been fed.

Punching slowly my mind can’t change the speed.

As my victims bleed.

No matter what I do or how hard I try.

I can’t use my abilities.

Use my abilities.

Art of Illusion.

My razor sharp knife’s edge, pierces my victim’s body.

But I can not take their soul.

Punching through jello, stabbing not killing.

Disappointment. Discomfort.

My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body.

But I can't take their soul.

Punching through jello, stabbing, not killing.

Disapointment. Discomfort.