DECADENCE LYRICS

1. The Inner Circle

Living the high. Invincible.
No fear to die. Living the now.
Thrill delight. To rule and own the night.

Kick out the jams. The leather creaks.
Cobblestones meet Cuban heels.
Hunt the ground. Make a scene. Intervene. Feel it.

To be living on the edge. Long nights. Jamming on.

SINGING ALONG. EACH AND EVERY SONG.
BAND OF BROTHERS. A PLACE TO BELONG.
FAR AND GONE BUT STILL WITHIN.
THE INNER CIRCLE OF SIN.

Frozen city calls. RSVP.
Come and see. It’s wild and free.
Make a deal. Rendezvous with ruin.

Black luxury. Strutting the streets.
Doors all open, take a seat.
Kill appeal. The will to stay alive.

To be living on the edge. Long nights. Jamming on.

SINGING ALONG. EACH AND EVERY SONG.
BAND OF BROTHERS. A PLACE TO BELONG.
FAR AND GONE BUT STILL WITHIN.
THE INNER CIRCLE OF SIN.

See. Time cannot heal. It can replace memories.
Turn poison into cure. Spread it out. Live it out. And live it loud.
Be the first to pass. Raise your bloody glass.

Sitting on the night train. The philosopher is born.
Love lost at such a cost. What means what anymore?
This is my station. Cheers my friends. That was the end.
Ride that tore us apart. Good morning, pain.

Singing along each song.

Living on the edge.
Living on the edge.
Living on the edge.

Living on the edge.
Living on the edge.
Living on the edge.

2. Steam City

Is this what you want? And no response.
A job to do. A nightly hunt.
Blackness in the air. A silent prayer.
Riot’s coming up. Beware.

Close your eyes. And count to three.
What are you afraid to see?

WHEEL MOVING FAST. ROPES START TO BURN.
ABOVE SET ON WHAT’S TO EARN.
WHAT STRINGS TO PULL. WHERE TO FIND FUEL.
FASTER AND FASTER. MAKE THEM SPIN AND TURN.
STEAM CITY WILL GROW. FED BY THE POISON.

Now there’s two. Join our move.

So easy to destroy. Hard to restore.
Jump the gun. And speak your mind.
Easier to forget. Than to regret.
Or shut up and be the blind.

Close your eyes. And count to three.
What are you afraid to see?

WHEEL MOVING FAST. ROPES START TO BURN.
ABOVE SET ON WHAT’S TO EARN.
WHAT STRINGS TO PULL. WHERE TO FIND FUEL.
FASTER AND FASTER. MAKE THEM SPIN AND TURN.
STEAM CITY WILL GROW. FED BY THE POISON.

Now there’s two. Join our move.

Join us. The riot is before us. Join us.
Yeah it’s heavy. But we’ll prove our point is as heavy.

Down. Down. Going down. Down. Going down.

It is that one step down. To the underground league.
True extreme supremacy.
It is that one step down. To the underground league.
Away from the mainstream.

Dirt, toxin and poison. Creeps in me.
Heavy air. And hard to breathe.
Will not end up where no one ever leaves.
Strongest go first. It seems.

Close your eyes. And count to three.
What are you afraid to see?

WHEEL MOVING FAST. ROPES START TO BURN.
ABOVE SET ON WHAT’S TO EARN.
WHAT STRINGS TO PULL. WHERE TO FIND FUEL.
FASTER AND FASTER. MAKE THEM SPIN AND TURN.
STEAM CITY WILL GROW. FED BY THE POISON.

3. Underground

Like a hidden fox. Living in a herd of mindless sheep.
For a while there was denial. Now it’s become a precious treat.
Played the little game. The special one called life they say.
If that is what it is that’s the cue to go. To defeat the world.

Escaping reality. To find imperfection.
And do what time does. Move on.

TO A PLACE. TO A PLACE THAT FEELS LIKE HOME.
FEELS LIKE HOME. BUT IT NEVER WAS. NOTHING IS.
AS THE BEAT GOES ON. LEADS TOWARDS THE SOUND.
STRONGER IT BECOMES. WHEN IT FEELS THE UNDERGROUND.
THE UNDERGROUND.

Dodged all bullets. Contradicted the doubters and prepared to rise.
From the dust of another version. That has qualified.
To explore and wander free. Impulsively far away from routine.
A success or a mess. Only as long as it’s against the stream.

Escaping reality. To find imperfection.
And do what time does. Move on.

TO A PLACE. TO A PLACE THAT FEELS LIKE HOME.
FEELS LIKE HOME. BUT IT NEVER WAS. NOTHING IS.
AS THE BEAT GOES ON. LEADS TOWARDS THE SOUND.
STRONGER IT BECOMES. WHEN IT FEELS THE UNDERGROUND.
THE UNDERGROUND.

Fire is where some will lose. When others are renewed.
Burns not by its caress. But when the ease returns.
Stay and confront the world. There are no substitutes.
Fight and be the fucking king. A solo flight on strongest wings.

Deep roots. Insanity. Buried deeply down in the underground.

Escaping reality. To find imperfection.
And do what time does. Move on.

TO A PLACE. TO A PLACE THAT FEELS LIKE HOME.
FEELS LIKE HOME. BUT IT NEVER WAS. NOTHING IS.
AS THE BEAT GOES ON. LEADS TOWARDS THE SOUND.
STRONGER IT BECOMES. WHEN IT FEELS THE UNDERGROUND.
THE UNDERGROUND.

4. In Sickness And Health

Human turned into machine. Forgot the touch of decency.
Denying to have ever seen. Or noticed implicit realities.

Ignorance. Self-interest. Implying what’s theoretically best.
Having dealt with one more death. On a packed conveyor belt.

DO AS I SAY. STEP UP YOUR GAME.
DO AS I SAY. STEP UP YOUR GAME.

IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH. PUSH RESULTS, AS YOU’RE TOLD.
IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH. YOU ARE UNDER OUR CONTROL.

Blind kingdom will abide. To money driven global lies.
Decide on the unspecified. Don’t be surprised if they have died.

Ignorance. Self-interest. Implying what’s theoretically best.
Having dealt with one more death. On a packed conveyor belt.

DO AS I SAY. STEP UP YOUR GAME.
DO AS I SAY. STEP UP YOUR GAME.

IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH. PUSH RESULTS, AS YOU’RE TOLD.
IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH. YOU ARE UNDER OUR CONTROL.

Sick to observe. Them. Mislead. Forsake. Deceive.

Following the blind herd’s master. Command says jump and they obey.
Instead of trusting the own guts. Deciding the game they want to play.
Feed the riches of your life. Not the corporate trays.

Ignorance. Self-interest. Implying what’s theoretically best.
Having dealt with one more death. On a packed conveyor belt.

DO AS I SAY. STEP UP YOUR GAME.
DO AS I SAY. STEP UP YOUR GAME.

IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH. PUSH RESULTS, AS YOU’RE TOLD.
IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH. YOU ARE UNDER OUR CONTROL.

5. Powerhouse

Look at this place. Here at last.
Now let the hours pass. This is now what’s home.
Subjects in wheels. In search for their souls.
Close the lid of the coffin. Rest in the hands of doom.
Because there is a hole there. Letting the load sip through.

Oh this pain is too real.
Hey, hey! Stand up and fight or kneel.
Know what you’ve got to do.
Hey, hey! Knew what you got into.

Swallowed a spine. To make me rise.
Black striped eyes stare back and ask:

WHO ARE YOU NOW? DO YOU SEE?
LINES FADED OUT. YOU ARE FREE.
CHILL WITH PILL. OR TURN LEFT.
OUT IT GOES NOW. MAKE IT SWEAT.
WHAT HAS BEEN DONE? FOUGHT FOR MONTHS.
WHAT’D IT BECOME? A POWERHOUSE.
WHAT WERE THE MEANS? HEAVIER LOADS.
TO UNLEASH THE POTENTIAL IT HOLDS.

It has become a habitat. I like it a lot like that.
Energy in and out. Wondering what the fuzz was about.
The spine in place to stretch out. Adrenalin vessels all pumped.
Living it up. The moment arrived.
Today is mine. I feel divine.

Oh this pain is too real.
Hey, hey! Stand up and fight or kneel.
Know what you’ve got to do.
Hey, hey! Knew what you got into.

Swallowed a spine. To make me rise.
Black striped eyes stare back and ask:

WHO ARE YOU NOW? DO YOU SEE?
LINES FADED OUT. YOU ARE FREE.
CHILL WITH PILL. OR TURN LEFT.
OUT IT GOES NOW. MAKE IT SWEAT.
WHAT HAS BEEN DONE? FOUGHT FOR MONTHS.
WHAT’D IT BECOME? A POWERHOUSE.
WHAT WERE THE MEANS? HEAVIER LOADS.
TO UNLEASH THE POTENTIAL IT HOLDS.

They whisper in my mind.
They are calling me home.

Stepped out of the door. Out of the house.
Cleaned up the mess. On the doorstep.
Told the punks to go to hell. A flash of a past to be erased.
Buried the pills deep in the heaps. Placed in the garden of graves.
One for each of the memories. Finally free to be me.

Oh this pain is too real.
Hey, hey! Stand up and fight or kneel.
Know what you’ve got to do.
Hey, hey! Knew what you got into.

Swallowed a spine. To make me rise.
Black striped eyes stare back and ask:

WHO ARE YOU NOW? DO YOU SEE?
LINES FADED OUT. YOU ARE FREE.
CHILL WITH PILL. OR TURN LEFT.
OUT IT GOES NOW. MAKE IT SWEAT.
WHAT HAS BEEN DONE? FOUGHT FOR MONTHS.
WHAT’D IT BECOME? A POWERHOUSE.
WHAT WERE THE MEANS? HEAVIER LOADS.
TO UNLEASH THE POTENTIAL IT HOLDS.

Power of choice. Power.
Power of choice. Power.

6. One More Fight

The best fighter is never angry. Not ever showing any pain.
So it’s time to pick your fate. Be the hammer or the nail.
The inner fire is what defines you. All you need to keep and possess.
Hold your breath. Avoid the risk. That’s the safe route to death.

IT’S A WAY FOR ME TO FACE MY DEMONS.
AS I NEVER SEE THE FIGHT IN A COMPETITOR’S EYES. I SEE IT IN MYSELF.
THE ROAD TO WIN’S SUPREME. MANY THINGS I’VE SEEN.
BUT THERE’S ONE MORE FIGHT TO DO.

Some lost in flames. Some built from remains.
Some are knocked out cold.

Tell me I can’t and I’ll prove you wrong. Even if it means agony.
Conquer yourself. The greatest of wins. Dominating one hundred fights.
You don’t know strength. Until the choice you have is to use every ounce of it.
You’ll never know your power. Until you are hurt bad.

IT’S A WAY FOR ME TO FACE MY DEMONS.
AS I NEVER SEE THE FIGHT IN A COMPETITOR’S EYES. I SEE IT IN MYSELF.
THE ROAD TO WIN’S SUPREME. MANY THINGS I’VE SEEN.
BUT THERE’S ONE MORE FIGHT TO DO.

Steadiness. Determination. Focus. Decadence.

So it’s time to meet eye to eye. Mystified, psyched, antagonized.
Lit the fire that should feed the fight. For what’s right.
Feeds my will to stay alive.

I’ll shoot for the moon and the reason why. Is all stars are born in the sky.
The enemy is fighting me because I’m tough. And not because I’m weak.
Not going to stop when I’m tired and burnt. Only going to stop when I’m done.
So all that is on my mind. Is how I’ll put ‘em down.

IT’S A WAY FOR ME TO FACE MY DEMONS.
AS I NEVER SEE THE FIGHT IN A COMPETITOR’S EYES. I SEE IT IN MYSELF.
THE ROAD TO WIN’S SUPREME. MANY THINGS I’VE SEEN.
BUT THERE’S ONE MORE FIGHT TO DO.

7. Manifesto

There’s no hell like your own hell. Cut all roots and move on to level 6.
Resist those who seek to violate. The right to live as a suited for one.
Strike back to survive in any way. In a pursuit to recruit new truths.
Lead by means of a complex link. Intelligence without leadership.

WE ARE EVERYONE. WE ARE NO ONE.
UNITED AS ONE. DIVIDED BY NONE.
THE ONE WHO IS MANY. BRINGER OF ORDER TO CHAOS.

Manifesto.

Rip through the structure of time. The power of a unified hive.
Seek to rise and dominate. Growing through a knowledge base.
Riot in the underground. The movement has begun to scrutinize.
Target the need not the rival technique. The paradigm is what we seek.

WE ARE EVERYONE. WE ARE NO ONE.
UNITED AS ONE. DIVIDED BY NONE.
THE ONE WHO IS MANY. BRINGER OF ORDER TO CHAOS.

We are the legion.
We are the legion.
We are the legion.
We are the legion.

There’s an evil feeling that remains. Something that is driving us insane.
We are one as we are all the same. But the difference is who dares to scratch corrosion.

Revolution. No one has ever seen before.
An expression. Without any written words.
Determination. Not to leave a stone unturned.

WE ARE EVERYONE. WE ARE NO ONE.
UNITED AS ONE. DIVIDED BY NONE.
THE ONE WHO IS MANY. BRINGER OF ORDER TO CHAOS.

8. Always The More Extreme

It’s my turn to be questioned. Hit me with all you’ve got.
Not what I had expected. For doing things that you would never do.
I have done my part. Always the more extreme.
I know who I am and I know you can see. I’m covered in dirt to keep you clean.

WHEN DARKNESS SEES YOU. SHINE.
LOOK AT THE SKY. LIGHT FAR BEYOND ILLUSION.
WHAT DO YOU SEE?

Denying a programmed setting. Life without bounds has no shape.
Always pushing to move past the illusion. To touch and feel the reality of dreams.
Reaching far beyond. Determined drive to evolve.
A scavenger hunt through the scattered debris. Learning from every war.

WHEN DARKNESS SEES YOU. SHINE.
LOOK AT THE SKY. LIGHT FAR BEYOND ILLUSION.
IT’S CLEAR TO ME.

If you touch darkness. It touches you back. Burns like fire.
The pain will remain and will power the mind. To climb even higher.
Fulfillment and closure will never occur. In my rising dawn.
So lure conformity straight into death. Stand alone. Put it down.

Hell has given me something. Created a balanced pain.
Any strike is predicted. Reminded by scars that were made.
All that counts is gone. Forces that counter remain.
Dignity in hanging on. And in the strength to give it all.

WHEN DARKNESS SEES YOU. SHINE.
LOOK AT THE SKY. LIGHT FAR BEYOND ILLUSION.
THAT’S WHAT DRIVES ME.







DECADENCE LYRICS