I have held this is in my hands once before
I will hold it again
I've been wandering among open fields
With nothing to gaze upon but empty horizons
The warmth in my chest is all that I know to be real
Time passes
I feel the heat multiplying
I've been wandering these open fields
With no worthy goal, just chasing the horizon
Limitations set only to be eradicated
I will take what is mine, my drive is only rising
Far too long
Have I existed in a deficit
My perceptions
Are ever-developing, progressive
A man
conditioned to think he's starving can never be fed enough
These residual thoughts,
Are they distant memories from a past life?
The universe is ours,
but we have to take it
I know everything within sight is within my grasp
The will to grip and hold what we desire is the only limiting factor
I have come
To realize my true self has been imprisoned
By society's grasp, held inside this cage
No longer
A man
Conditioned to believe he will never receive enough rest
Has long surrendered the power to use his own hands
Tools with the strength to manifest success
Our memories forever remain
A picture in the water
Our own reflection
Standing in place, just a reflection on the waterway
I lose sight of the guiding light
My vision taken from me
My eyes blinded
No idea the brighter days to come
A deadly force draining my life through the neck
Suffocating in a room of toxic fumes
I have found home in the fire
Find comfort in the rhythm of the anvil strike
A fire that burns bright will hurt a weaker man's eyes
But to one who can hold it, it can be considered a prize
If a balance can be formed with the energies that guide
We can find comfort in the fire
Follow me, I am one with the path
Relaxing into a stream of possibilities
Limitless
In balance with the energies that guide
The door swings open, thoughts of possible courses of action are endless, a sense of calm comes over me
Making my way through the door I ease into a state of control
My mind opening
Clearing the way for
Synapses firing at a constant rate
Unable to break from the stream of activity
I find security in this state
A multi-track mind with an orientation towards the route ahead
I grip the red-hot handle, the heat burns my palm but callouses develop quickly
We have all seen the anvil stricken
Lengths of steel tempered and the blade sharpened
Yet if I told you it were that simple
That we could sharpen the blade that is ourselves the same way
(You would think me a madman)
Our eyes witness the same views, landscapes so grandiose
A higher being has no place here, the battleground belongs to us
And us only
You would think me a madman
We are all travelers
On the King's Path
Walking this path would leave a weaker man screaming
The sizzling of the coals becomes soothing
Adaptation is intrinsic
Pushing forward towards my final and purest form
Environmental expansion is inevitable
A fortress wall's strength reflects the time and care put into building them
There are no shortcuts to strength
The body is oft portrayed as a temple,
I have chosen to fortify the walls instead of decorating
Fortification over decoration
A psychotic need for growth develops
A need that will never be satisfied
At first I'm overwhelmed, my bones ache and demand rest
The fire prevails
Comfort returns
Where many see a mountain blocking them
I envision my route to climb it
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant
Wack to think they somehow went up from here. Just... damn...
its not gonna rip your face off, but its every bit as punchey and hard-hitting as the stuff coming straight out the minds of archspire.
And man them solos. im a real goon when it comes to that stuff, can't dig them, but, its fucking gooey right here, tickling all my brain parts in the perfect way. MyNameIsRedundant