About "Heathen" album:
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"Heathen" by Whisteria Cottage, which was released in 2009 and consists of 11 songs.
How do they overcome when all has been refused even when their land has become their own debt?
They are still pushed into a burning furnace with no way to escape,
Is this their fate?
If the roles were turned, what would the world be like?
Would there be a sense of nostalgia?
Fuck. why would we have to even look back
When there is no reason for change?
A sense of freedom that they have not she'd blood for is all I could ask for in this.
Yet you're praising a false god, where there is no faith.
When your main belief is to eradicate.
Baled To Death
Focus on the thought we wont survive when our freedom is contradicted.
Even with the whips against our backs we will no longer be afraid.
When your optimistic views are ravished maybe you will finally see your tyranny yet we will still have to face ourselves.
Forever a fight of bitter ends.
Where we feed the masses this lack of information.
Where media fills our minds with temptation.
This world drives me into asphyxiation.
And injustice of actions demanded.
We have to realize we must gather.
In order to capture and devour.
Fear is a factor in the decision to bleed.
But don't you see it's profaned creed.
Dressed up, to make you imagine you're set free.
Yet it's all wrong, We must look pass into the realization we're all trapped.
Some are so mindless. We build on others beliefs.
How can we be buying into this?
A society brought up on inculcation.
How can we, break free. It sickens me, the way we are brought into this life.
What we were once fed, was nothing more then avidity. Draining our life down to the bone.
We eat the bullshit from their hands, We crave every last drop.
Devour Thy Throne
Every time I hear your voice, it reminds me of the echoes.
The torturous melodies a remittance to wake the dead.
With the masses at the stare, I'm at a loss for words.
Yet you're full of despair, in the end I'll have my.
In the end I'll have my revenge.
I will have you in my hands.
I will show the world, what I'm worth.
Raising your head in victory.
I wont be held down, I wont let you get the best of me.
Serenade the queen, by suffocating her.
How have we reached this point of no return?
Where a majority of the world is raised in ignorance?
When logical thinking no longer exists, but the ones left have the will to resist?
Take a look at the world through these eyes,
Will you crumble at your defeat.
Only when I close my eyes do I feel alive
But when they open I find myself engulfed.
There is no hope for this cause,
Yet we're persecuted.
Considering this way of life is actually a flaw.
Failure To Succeed
Our days are numbered in this day and age of destruction,
Where the weary and weak are slipping in a coma.
The only safe haven in this world is our independence.
Where we must look at ourselves in the mirror,
To really see dominance in it's final hour.
We have a world full of options and we never take a second glance.
We think this is such a sudden failure, did this come so abrupt?
We will never see the day of light again,
When we are shackled within ourselves.
Choke the last witness that beholds the truth.
Faced with a lifelong decision, that is a regiment of our disaster.
We will she'd your blood to excel ourselves to a higher power.
I'm Looking behind the lines in a chase that is as distant
As a god that walks the earth.
Decimating the abundance of believer's that can't even begin to question.
A simple opportunity for us to look back on a world that has crumbled so vastly.
Where we can't even look in ourselves to continue we must rely on this faith I have lost.
I will stand where my father once died, to see if he shall rise again.
Mental anguish is filled with fears of disapproval.
Never was I accepted in your eyes.
With diminishing feelings of joy, you were never satisfied.
Always the cup close to your mouth, so we could never see you spill a drop.
Frightened with the thought of whether I would even awaken.
To dream reality, like an overdose waiting.
A full collapse.
To finally make something shine in your eyes.
A heartbeat ticks with timeless thoughts running around.
We crowd and begin to look down.
Pathology Of Our Existance
[I see this shit going on... fucking pisses me off.
So look around you, this isn't our neighborhood, it's a fucking battlefield.]
We are driven to failure,
But my blood will not be shed.
A resilience of greater fortitude,
To the forefront of admiration of a bastard.
Creative yet a life of worthiness,
When is it my time to shine.
Fractured yet he is still swinging strong.
Your Broadcast Is Interrupted
We are Born Into Sin.
But how do we crawl from a shallow grave,
Thrusted into a world of mindless slaves.
A consistent wave of debauchery.
Is this all society has come to be?
We are driven to extinction in a world of malice.
Incarcerated we are guilty of rape,
[Which do you want to fuck first, me or the knife?]
An aspiration of sexual desire.
We admire, they confirm and conspire.
Your Cremation, Our Reclamation
What If The World was castrated and left with no dignity?
Would we finally see everything we have taken for granted is no longer free?
Why in the hell...
Are we born to follow our idols?
We are baffled by the thought to be ourselves.
But I am sick of seeing kids living in this addiction.
How can I remain to see you the same?
Our lives are ran by the thought of fear yet we will rise and persevere.
But I still see this society come crashing down in shambles.
Our way of life is meaningless of what you call this great vision.
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