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All I've Learned is Death and Anxiety

by Open Graves

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1.
Discomfort 02:41
This void belongs to me and me alone. I won't conform I won't give in Waist deep in oblivion I am aware I cannot be loved So kick me when i’m down, damaged, ugly, broken hearted. head in my hands heart on my sleeve this has become a disease blood on my hands no heart beating this is a fucking curse Everything is empty it's all changed into something more meaningful than us every possession lost every value destroyed suffering from hunger hourly expecting extinction drowning in oblivion I've grown strong enough to turn the knife on myself I'd build the house of bones I'd fill the moat with blood Just to keep them safe at night There’s nothing to chance I do not belong.
2.
Constant 02:49
Memories and backgrounds will cease. As history and timelines repeat Waiting for you to abide and justify all reasonings and logic of blood filled malice enmity Flooding our cherished streets with poverty led agony. Born to refuse. The political conscience has fallen to it’s knees any reminisce of humanity, sold out. The spoils of war will consume our great king. The greed we harbor will destroy all we seek. My hands will haunt the earth. You can’t put a fucking price on my head. I’ve got no heart to break, I’ve got no soul to steal.
3.
Perish. Needle to vein, wasting life. Playing the victim, blaming the others. Another drug to pass the time Another fuck to ease your mind. There is no escape for you. We’re just a drenching from heaven but only heartbeats from hell. Praying to help to a god so divine that he ceases to exist. Her screams of silence fill my emptiness. Is there no vengeance for manipulation? Do we sit idly by as drones or do we flatten the face of narcissism? My knuckles will flood, flesh will bruise, pain is reward to my belief. This means you are my bitter muse beaten and breathless Reap my integrity Burn all you’ve loved Plant the better seed Bloom the death of me.
4.
Abuse 03:04
5.
Walked with brothers in arms laid them down to sleep Shook the hands of the fathers left our mothers to weep No light will shine on our nameless tombs In human affairs things must go wrong The wish for perfection is pain Holy mouths summon plagues our darkest of days Man has trapped himself and nothing can save him now. Endlessly we will grieve searching for the key I am nothing more than a faceless cog in the machine of misery The eternal war cry of the beast We have nothing left We are nothing. Endlessly they will thrive surrendering their freedoms for the answer to life We will not spare the exposed Witnessing our burning monarch cut his own throat Fear is the all controlling element the whip, the snare, the crown of thrones the spear that cannot be denied Our punishment, the whip, the snare, the hand of goats our sins that cannot be reprieved There is nothing waiting for you when you die.
6.
Blood Falls 03:15
Coming to with the hid stitched to skin. In a corridor of infinite sin Men with ruptured eyes conjure an end and they point to the blood soaked niche. What I’d give just to forget The cracking whip that splits the skin The rustic chains that twist and clench Bodies churn in the lake of icy blood I have forsaken all that I loved. I will stand as the beaten horse but I will fall as the ones before Endless pain Begging for help, begging for death No god that reigns, no son that shines Gasping for air as we’re smothered in fire the beast stands above but doesn’t permit us to die. All that we’ve lost all that we’ve gave our lives were nothing but a serpents game. Salvation is lost as we pled in our own doom. When will this war be over for us? Violence and pain, anger and rage. Weep for me father as I am (forever) lashed. My mangled hands can’t cradle the dying dove. All I know is tragedy, all I’ve learned is death and anxiety. And if there is any meaning to this life. then there is meaning in my suffering.
7.
Gypsy Eyes 03:55
These dreams were never meant to satisfy. Awkward eyes, broker smiles. We peer into the oblivion of the inanimate. Nothing I see is real anymore. I should’ve ran for my life Midnight seizures of that cold nights relentless fuck. I feel the loneliness and I just want to go back home. Thieves, vultures, parasites False idols leading on blind lives. I’ve wasted too much time on this midnight contortionist. Our virgin Mary’s bloom to single, white trash mothers. I’ll be your late night release. I know these waves of emptiness will never cease. Another twenty first century failure, me. I’ll keep pissing away my American dreams because it’s all I’ve ever done.

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2 years of being a band and the best of friends.

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released October 24, 2013

Recorded by Brett Carpenter of Ancient Shores. 2013
Vocals- Aaron
Guitar- Danno
Guitar- Mike
Bass- Seth
Ol drums- Brandon aka "The B-Rad"

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