Artist：the  human  abstract

Songs  Title：antebellum

We  fell  asleep  in  arms  that  fondled  our  teeth  and  sold  them  off  to  thieves

Now  we  sell  ourselves  around

Only  time  will  tell  if  stories  like  these  will  share  the  same  fate

Regiments  of  disconnects  emerge  in  a  moronic  gentleman＇s  war  with  their

eyes,  their  eyes  blindfolded  they  rise

The  battlefields  are  colored  with  the  ignominy  stained  creed,  with  their

eyes,  their  eyes  blindfolded  they  rise  into  this  world

Kneeling  and  trembling  before  him

We  fell  asleep  in  arms  that  fondled  our  teeth  and  sold  them  off  to  thieves,

Now  we  sell  ourselves  around.

Waiting  on  knowledge,  fed  to  us  with  a  plastic  spoon.

Consuming  the  scraps,  of  the  misquoted  and  deceased,  with  every  word  spoken

today

Make  what  you  will  and  understand,  a  typical  feud  nurtured,  over  many  moons

passed

Regiments  of  disconnects  emerge  in  a  moronic  gentleman＇s  war  with  their

eyes,  their  eyes  blindfolded  they  rise

The  battlefields  are  colored  with  the  egnominy  stained  creed,  with  their

eyes,  their  eyes  blindfolded  they  rise  into  this  world

Beyond  the  drought  worn  hillside,  a  figure  appears  as  the  cumulus  over  us

darkens,  we  look  up  to  face  our  fears

And  by  the  rise  of  his  all  powerful  hand,  he  sets  vengeance  and  proclaims

＂Follow  me  or  be  crushed  to  the  depths  of  weak  mannered  simpletons.  You

have  nowhere  to  hide,  bow  before  me.＂

The  regiment?s  morale  dwindles

As  they  stare  at  me  I  yell,  ＂As  we  perish  may  our  blood  that  spills,  be  not

taken  in  vain,  giving  us  eternal  continuance.＂

And  as  he  slaughtered  them  all  one  by  one,  I  watched  from  a  distance,

waiting  for  the  chance  to  raise  my  hand

＂No  more,  will  I  be  under  your  manipulation＂

I  thrust  forward,  with  my  perceptive  glove,  gathering  all  my  strength,  thou

shalt  now  disappear,

Bruised  and  beaten,  severed  head  in  hand.

The  archetype  has  failed.

We?ll  never  forget...