1. |
Rot In Peace
01:01
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"Rot In Peace"
by: William J. Lever
I'd give everything I have for a sense of family.
I never had.
You claim security, I say I'm not the one.
So speak your peace.
So speak it, fuckin rot.
Rot here with me.
Rot here with me.
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2. |
Magic Warrior Juice
03:11
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"Magic Warrior Juice"
by: William J. Lever
Physician, heal thyself
Your art is war
Feel for the battle
We will crush the enemy
A good man
Must go to war
Riddled with impudence
We're settling the score
Realities splinter
Time's assassins'
Pollute the timestream
A thousand possibilities all at once
This war is hell
Twisted abominations black out the stars
The nightmare child born
Her end is nigh
A good man
Must go to war
Weep for those lost
Weep for those you can no longer remember
This anti-time, it eats everything
So much you can't remember
Locks of amber ignite the flame
Unsuspecting flies caught in ember
Unlocking the hatred needed
To unleash the moment
This will all soon change
With the blink of an eye
The tide will swallow us whole
But the tide of war has a habit of changing
NO MORE
GALLIFREY FALLS NO MORE
GALLIFREY FALLS NO MORE
NO MORE
DOES IT FALL
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3. |
Immoral Support
01:53
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"Immoral Support"
by William J. Lever
You call this a choking hazard?
You have my permission to stop
Upon internal bleeding
Fed up,
You gave in to peer pressure
I'm not asking nicely anymore
You strung me up
Made me a fool for all to see
Some loyal friend, so quick to cutthroat
You want some blessing
As if I speak untruths
The darkness won't find you
Oh, I know it hurts
And believe me you should be scared
Because there are real life monsters out there
I saw your eyes
Looking for someplace to hide
Your insecurities
You fixed them on me
Swore off as irrational
The fear that set me free
Some worthless bliss
To be stranded alone like this
Coercing me to break
You sit perched
On both my shoulders
Weighing me down
Whispering,
"Everybody loves a proper downfall."
Smeared integrity
Now that the blood is on the other cheek
Who's laughing now?
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"Zachary Quinto Rides In My Pinto"
by William J. Lever
Syllables exasperated gasps from the hole in your throat
Feel lonely like a cancer, I'm feeling more alone
I never wanted this, I just want it to stop
Pull the plug, end life support, cut it off
Expressive as the surgeon
With lines drawn and marks made
Brush strokes laid bare unto flesh, hard outlines pressed to fill the portrait red
You savor the pain, the expression in your eyes a downward spiral
You turned your life into a fucking soap
Been on the air for far too long
Another melancholy episode
Is this the one where you die alone?
This is the afterthought of life
Only sparing the cost
No second glance to spare
To look back at what's been lost
The scars of a dying world
At least we can say we felt something
We felt something
I was the catalyst
You were my condemnation
I was the catalyst
You were my condemnation
God damn you, god damned me
Another useless oath upon my chest
What is this? I must confess
I'm faithless, strung out by another faceless deity
I will not bow my head in worship
I'm not feeling well, spare me the medication
I'm not feeling quite myself
What's left of me circling the drain
Circling the drain
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5. |
Will Of The Wasp
03:14
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"Will Of The Wasp"
by William J. Lever
You don't care.. You don't care..
You don't care.. you don't care
You won't
You don't care.. You don't care
You say you will but when?
You swear you will but when?
You don't care, you don't care
You won't say
What you're feeling
Cause it's a disease, what I'm seeing
What I know you're thinking about me
I'm hopeless, I'm a rotting mind
Not worth your while
You won't waste a breath on me
You don't care, you don't care
You won't stay
I'm lonely, I'm hoping there's something more
But I can see it in your eyes that I'm a bore
Filthy, awful, decomposing I'm a metaphor
For something you never wanted
For something you had thought that you wanted
But with me here
The reality sets in
I am the one who's lost
And you are the cause
Ugh,
I feel the sting
It's the will of the wasp
The one who disowns me
Ugh,
I feel the sting
It's the will of the wasp
The one who controls me
I feel the sting
You don't ever wanna hear me sing again
Locked in a cage, I'm on display
Full of rage, malevolent hate for the world that I am living in
I hate you, you hate me
Another day on the fucking merry-go-around
Ugh,
I feel the sting
It's the will of the wasp
The one who devours me
Spare me, this pain grows
It's the only home I've ever known
Through it all; every cut and bruise I've earned
I have learned that home is where the heart rots.
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6. |
Inconceivable!
04:46
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"Inconceivable!"
by William J. Lever & Chris Lyons
As you wish!
Now behold the complacent one
He speaks through shades of doubt
Second guessing a self-serving nature
Spoon-fed and rusted over
Agh...
Something to be said for
The notion of going under
Relapsed intelligence
Caught up in this spider's web of lies
Perpetuating ideocracies
Synchronize the bloodletting
The failing breath of a falling nation
Renewed in the ashes of your hubris
In the ashes of your hubris
Made a motion to speak today
To slip right through the cracks again
In destitution, discovering clarity
Defying the singularity
Where is the message, we heard before?
Freedom for all
Freedom for all
Burn all the evidence
And close the gates
Put on the blindfold
Head in the sand
The less you know the better
(Ignorance is bliss)
We'll deviate to lead the way
Freedom from shackles
Of your fire and fury
In this pacified state
Only fighting back common sense
What more can be done for
For the guidance of the feeble minded
What shall we do?
Erect a barrier to keep you
From falling off the cliff
From believing to your death
Burn all the evidence
And close the gates
Put on the blindfold
Head in the sand
The less you know the better
(Ignorance is bliss)
We'll deviate to lead the way
Freedom from shackles
Of your fire and fury
This is a call to arms
Before your freedoms flatline
Before the powers that be
Stall any further progress
The change you seek resides in the dreamers
Like you and me
We weren't born for sterile existence
Wage slaves to profit pinchers
The chance to live is now
Exorcise the lesser of two evils
Vote for that you hold true
Vote for me and you
Gather in your masses
Breeding cancers
Spreading disease
Like you don't have the answers
Cut loose your idols
They're underground
Decaying with the promises strewn around
As hollow as you've been
Your words no different
You are no different
Another empty vessel
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7. |
Clouds Need Friends Too
03:24
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"Clouds Need Friends Too"
by: William J. Lever
I have an aversion to people.
An adverse reaction, and as my throat swells
I won't speak but not for reasons you might think
it's cause these words don't work.
You know as well as I that I have my way with them
But I can't use them to help.
This situation or any of my past mistakes.
I miss my friends.
The one's I never had.
And I miss the good times,
The moments and memories we never shared.
I've my head in the clouds and I'm not coming down.
Sever the ties to the dreamer
With the scissors you took from my hands.
Into nightmares falling
I can not feel my tongue
Cause you use the words I talk with,
BITING DOWN.
If this is heaven,
This feels like hell
If this is heaven,
This feels like hell
What I am was grown from a seed within the fire of a harlot's mouth.
I am filthy but most of all what I am is worth all the while.
If you could find the freedom to take me in your mouth.
This is my nightmare.
This is heaven sent, this is hell to me.
This is heaven sent, this is hell to me.
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8. |
Bless Your Heart
05:36
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"Bless Your Heart"
by William J. Lever
"Where's your heart?"
"I lost it looking for you.."
"Why are you so cruel?!"
"I didn't say I was good.. Only that I knew better."
I awoke to screaming
To find I was alone
With the loudest thoughts
Wired up to the loudspeaker in my head
The very nature of the heart
It beckons forth to me
Begging to fail
With every blessing I'll destroy
I am the very worst of what I knew
You are the end all of my sins
Drop the bomb upon everything I hold dear
Loud and clear to make it known
The sound of my heart as it self destructs
Shrapnel feeds fading hands, and I can't keep up
The very nature of the heart
It beckons forth to me
Begging to fail
With every blessing I'll destroy
I am the very worst of what I knew
You are the end all of my sins
Hushed gasps for air
Pushing down on my chest to collapse
Fill me with the secrets to my failure
Make an example of me
To find me repeating histories in the mourning
Bless you
For seeing the best in me
Bless me
For showing you the worst
Bless us all
For we won't try
Just blame tomorrow for yesterday's died
Bless you
For seeing me for what I am
Bless me
For not holding back
Bless us all
For the monsters we hold inside
Grow to fester in the good will of our intent
Goodness, my dear
Was never everlasting
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9. |
Character Flaws
03:15
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"Character Flaws"
by William J. Lever
You want a story book ending
(Raised with the silver screen)
But that's not how life works.
Work hard kid or go for broke.
This is not a joke, this is where my lines lead
You should have known better
When you opened your mouth
To spill those lies from your throat
The mark of a liar
Extended with each word, presented on your face
I know your shame, it's clear
You'll never be a real boy
Burning up, you threw the ashes in my face
Spit on the aftermath to say to hell with saving face
All I asked for was your faith in me
But thanks to you my dreams of falling came true
I prayed for love in the end
All you left for me was stale air
I hope you're satisfied
With the ending you've written
Life isn't based on make believe
But you better make me believe it
Cause these dreams are all I have
And don't you take that away from me
Life isn't based on make believe
But you better make me believe it when you say it
Cause these dreams are all I have
And don't you take that away from me
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10. |
Brodown Showdown
02:48
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"Bro-Down Showdown"
by Chris Lyons & William Lever
White lines casting a haze within my weakest of moments.
Sanity slipping; the shatter pattern spilling out my misery from the glass unto the floor.
Addiction's filthy hands won't let loose it's noose around my neck.
If were to take the leap, would you; would you follow me down
Blinded eyes can't see the pain they've caused
Numb, sick, and broken.
Calling out for help to deaf ears.
Numb, sick, and broken.
You have no idea the lengths I'd go.
Just to make my mark in this.
Blinded eyes can't see the pain they've caused
Numb, sick, and broken.
Calling out for help to deaf ears.
Numb, sick, and broken.
In the grip of December's bite, I fall fragile as dead leaves.
Flash me a smile. Just one makes all the difference.
In masking, how frail I've weathered.
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11. |
Absentee
02:09
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“ABSENTEE”
by William J. Lever
I don't care for people who don't care for me.
People who don't see the points as to why I'm not just right where they want me.
That I'm not who they want me to be.
All the while they have these troubles, these troubles near as tall as mine.
But even when theirs comes to tower over them they can't find it in themselves to sympathize with mine.
Change! You bark.
Change! You bark again.
How can I accomplish alone what you were helped to achieve?
You won't answer, you won't care.
Because it's not your problem, you say you love me but how?
When you can't be bothered to lift a finger to lift me up to the level of the status quo you expect of me.
If I can't be myself, and being who you want is out of question.
Then who I am I?
What purpose do I serve?
It's easy for you to place blame but you never helped me along.
Is it my fault?
I was left abandoned by my mother at three while yours made sure to tuck you in by ten? Hospitalized, force-fed medication after medication for some problem they swore I had.
As if loneliness is a disease.
All my life, the throwaway boy with his head in the clouds.
Like the cookie jar on the corner table top
Chasing dreams, you always said were too far up to reach.
Dreaming for something better than this.
Anything's better than this.
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12. |
Year Of The Flies
06:09
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"Year Of The Flies"
by William J. Lever
I want to break you just the way that you broke me
When you took me from him
To cast me away like a burden you bore from your womb
To wade in the water where you had been caught, you over me
I want to kill you like you killed me
The innocence I lost is a dept
You can not repay
Cower,
Mother
Cower,
Mother
As I raise my hand to you
Just cause I'm home sick does not mean that I long for home.
I am sick, and it shows.
It's the worst feeling yet, and I don't want to go
Cower,
Mother
Cower,
Mother
As I show you
The sum of what
You left in me
I've learned to hate you just the way that you hated me
You can not buy my love
It's not for you to see
This heart in me
Years of abuse, this is coming to an end.
Years of abuse, this is coming to an end.
You bitch. You bitch. You bitch.
You bitch. You bitch. You bitch.
No escaping this, the way things were meant to be.
You bitch. You bitch. You bitch.
Cower mother. Cower mother.
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Incandesca Old Town, Maine
Incandesca (named for the word incandescent, meaning “full of strong emotion; passionate”) began as a studio adventure
between two best friends with a passion for metal music; song-writer Chris Lyons and vocalist Billy Lever.
The project is in ever active metamorphosis.
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