TERRORTORY LYRICS

1. New World Order

Can´t  tell my up from down
can´t tell my wrong from right
My inner compass in free spin
can´t tell black from white, day from night

This way madness lies
upon the path of painted metaphors
In which our city dies
by the hands of a well known force

Hollowed out
energy drained
Emptied and torn
virulent strain

INANITY
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
THE SUM OF ALL LIES

THE ONCOMING STORM
COLD AND CORRUPTED
NEW WORLD ORDER

And as the hivemind dies
We enter the ashen days
The blind leading the blind
into a Rorschach maze

Unleash the dogs of war
suck the teet of the eternal whore
the altars of greed adorned
with the blood of the poor

A vicious circle
that suffocates
forces the herd   
to relocate

INANITY
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
THE SUM OF ALL LIES

THE ONCOMING STORM
COLD AND CORRUPTED
NEW WORLD ORDER

Losing all perspective
and all sense of self
fed the thoughts of others
digested, adjusted

Unattached from the collective
is freedom free? Am I me?
So gather sisters, brothers
molested, detested

Regressing entity
Resolute
Deconstruction
the masterplan

INANITY
WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
THE SUM OF ALL LIES

THE ONCOMING STORM
COLD AND CORRUPTED
NEW WORLD ORDER

2. City Of Ghosts

The mists of dawn evaporate
and reveals the sorry state
of this town, once full of joy  
The streets I wandered as a boy
I know each corner, every street
I know all shadows, their deceit
And in the placid city square
not a sound, no one’s there

The repeating patterns, suffocating me
I am getting closer to my end

Windows broken, doors are barred
the entire city is scarred
A rocking chair sways in the breeze
Clad in dust and dead debris
Memories etched into these walls
Shadows linger as night falls
And as I tread these stones again
I see no color in this grain

IN THIS TOWN
MAN BREAKS DOWN
I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST IN MYSELF

IN THIS TOWN
MAN BREAKS DOWN
I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST MYSELF

The repeating patterns, suffocating me
I am getting closer to my end

It’s in me now, inside these veins
the virus spreads, the virus chains
I was never here, I’ll never leave
I’ll never care enough to grieve
The catalyst, the breaking point
Apathy
My poisoned soul to anoint
Heresy        

IN THIS TOWN
MAN BREAKS DOWN
I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST IN MYSELF

IN THIS TOWN
MAN BREAKS DOWN
I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST MYSELF

3. Dead Eyes In A Dying World

These are the days of darkness
Three days to cleanse the open wound
The stench of death surrounds me
And the streets are a barren waste

In the eyes of a dead man
Pale, bleak and putrid
A hollow gaze sees nothing
The cataract eye is blind

These are the days of sorrow
Followed by nights of grief
Drown the weight of tomorrow
In gallons of liquid relief

Your visions are pale
Your eyesight is blurred
You’ll never see the light of day again
You’ll never see the light of day again

SO FOLLOW YOUR LEADERS
OBEY THEIR PROFITS AND LOSSES
YOU GAVE UP YOUR RIGHTS 
TO CARRY THEIR CROSSES

Repetition

Each day the same routine
The Word and Gospel is Repetition
You are unknowingly enslaved
on the road to perdition

Meek
Abject
Submissive
Resigned

SO FOLLOW YOUR LEADERS
OBEY THEIR PROFITS AND LOSSES
YOU GAVE UP YOUR RIGHTS 
TO CARRY THEIR CROSSES

You gave up your rights

4. Beheading The Serpent

Congregate
in this temple of worship
embracing the vacant, the celebrity surplus
Celebrate
the ever sinking ship
H.M.S Apathy

Degenerate
The pillars of piety
undermined, under used, undefined
Animate
The ever lingering whore
Overprized, overwhelming, we’re overrun

Disciples of decay
the harbingers of others misery
In these - dark days
mercy - cast out
pity - forlorn  
Devout and pious

The sentinels of self hate
Packaging dread
In these - dark days
mercy - cast out
pity - forlorn  
Proud and pristine

In these cold waters  
I lie here bleeding
Drowned in the mire   
Begets; The Phoenix fire

I WILL NOT SUCCUMB TO YOUR CONGREGATED MADNESS
THE PARLIAMENT OF FOOLS, GATHERING OF THE SELF RIGHTEOUS
THIS DAY MARKS THE END OF THE BEGINNING
A SHIFTING PARADIGM, AN ALTERED COURSE

Separate
the herd from the shepherd
And behold as the structure looses it’s purpose
Obliterate
the head of the serpent  
And bring chaos and turmoil upon them (chaos and debris down)

A hellion of dissent
The Avant Garde of the innocent
Day one - redeemed
Day two - repose / gain strength
Day three - wounds cleansed
The storm has faded

So ends the age of I
A multitude of madness
Day one - redeemed
Day two - repose / gain strength
Day three - wounds cleansed
The storm has faded

I WILL NOT SUCCUMB TO YOUR CONGREGATED MADNESS
THE PARLIAMENT OF FOOLS, GATHERING OF THE SELF RIGHTEOUS
THIS DAY MARKS THE END OF THE BEGINNING
A SHIFTING PARADIGM, AN ALTERED COURSE







TERRORTORY LYRICS