Extol / Mantric

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Psychopath



Opposer of the one you claim to serve
Your self-righteousness
Breeding arrogance and pride
Justifying legalism with a distorted
Perception of submission
Salvation by grace,
Christianity by performance

Lust for power, desire to rule,
The beauty of life
The feeling of guilt, your weapon of choice
To control the hearts and thoughts
Of the ones you say you love
They are but shadows
In the periphery of your ego
You are the super-Christian,
Empowered and installed by God
No sin. No mistakes

Psychopath - blinded by hypocrisy
Psychopath - actions of inadequacy

Your moral rearmament of others
Developing shallow minds
With a total lack of identity
Stealing their freedom, the one that was
Bought at a high price
No compassion - No love
The intoxication of power feeding your ego
While your 150 are going to hell
Oblivious to the masquerade,
The idyllic facade
Pulled over their eyes
To blind them from the truth

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Reflections of a Broken Soul



I fooled myself again
Trusting an illusion
Of what I thought to be
Never ceasing love
I burned myself again
Leaving scars that never heal
Becoming cynical
To this thing called love

Look into my mind
Fragments of what I desired
In this state I cry
Father please won't you show me

Show me how
To stop it now
Cleanse my mind
Help me find
Love

My soul is an open wound
Filled with salt of sadness
Was this my destiny
To be left alone
I nurse my misery
Leave no room for anyone
Still I am cynical
To this thing called love

A pale reflection
Of a broken soul
Slips through these eyes
Full of tears
Emotional blackout

I cannot trust my own feelings
My sorrow eats me up inside

Learn from mistakes
See what it takes
My feelings fail
Your love remains

[noxot]

Water Through Fire



He’s more visible now than ever. As of fire I’m kindled anew.
By Spirit driven in the wind, free and to someplace new.
Let the past be past through forgiveness and learning not to forget.

Save for me and my friend, there’s no one who comes by this way.
Sure, I’ve had the company of family, friends and female.
Both true love and disguised villain, day in day out like the clock in my hand.
But no one travels along this road no more, except for me and my dear friend Jesus.

’Cause though we part and fall apart and sometimes die even, the journey goes on the same.
And as I always say, this one’s only just begun. And as I always say, this one’s only just begun.

My carriage is old and heavy, majestic like the mother of ships.
Summoned by Father in heaven, my chest carries treasure to His kingdom.
But the weight that I drag will go overboard, my pocket of pennies gives way for salt.
I desire to hit port in a burning passion, inflamed with thirst for living water.

The wheels turn round and run feverish with fire.
I can’t bear the dust plains no more. All I need is water. I see that now.

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1. Asylum 2013



(Instrumental)

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2. Tower of Silence



That hallway, dark and silent. Like the grave it is my tomb and no resting place.

It has become my church, wooden floors, sacred asylum.
If I crawl down the stairs and find the ornament snake.

Lay a stone upon its shining head and wipe the running blood from my neck.
To be free finally, safe and sound, disbelieve all I see, my own eyes.

The walls are written white with chalk.
The dust in the air will choke if I walk through the mausoleum.

Lay a stone upon its shining head and wipe the running blood from my neck.
To be free finally, safe and sound, disbelieve all I see, my own eyes.

If I crawl down the stairs, close my eyes, find the ornament snake bound in lies.
Nail the tail to the door. Home at last...