Ancestor.

“Allude To Illusion” (FREE DOWNLOAD HERE):

“Junior, Jr.”
A noble effort, a brave stride, self-respect: you’ve drug them all through the dirt this time. You’ve sullied purity…so simple, yet you’ve lost the point. Sincerity is a forced action which you’ve forgotten long ago. No matter how long I scream, you stand indifferent. Digging yourself deeper…soon you’ll taste the dirt in those smiling teeth. Can one be so oblivious? You, the destroyer, the cancer of a good intention. Rest assured, this is dying. Rest assured I’m sick to my stomach. Your role was simple, look what you’ve made of it…a self-perpetuating machine. Do you even know what you’ve become? Do you? Stop for one second – think. Identify yourself. Acknowledge the mess you’ve made. Identify yourself. Chivalry lies in coma because of people just like you. Tuck and run the moment things complicate, abandon the chance to prove you’re anything. You’ve thrown away each oppurtunity but i’ll give you one last moment to bring about a new age.

“D’Terminator”:
Cringe and grit your teeth. There’s nothing like this feeling. Fingernails stretch and tear as they’re lodged in the pavement. How long can I drag this body? Mine. Ours. Pant and hang your tongue. There’s nothing like this feeling. The stomach stuffs itself with air to mislead appeasement. How long can one survive on sparse scraps? Crawl. Thirst. I am more than the starving rat caught in the maze, chasing down the bait. Each time my teeth miss their mark, it only serves my appetite. It takes more to put this one down. You can’t put this one down.  It takes more to put me down. You can’t put this one down. Just try. Cut me down, I promise i’ll come back. I know not rest. We’ll shake off every wound. We’ll dive for every little taste. As long as I can make out a shape, there must be some shred of light. As long as I can pull this vessel,  we have a destination. Clear the path or become a part of it. Don’t dare test me. I have not the patience to spare.

“When I Grow Up, I Wanna Be The Hamburglar“:
Black out the sky – make sure you’re all they see;  don’t stop until you hear a chorus of clenched chattering teeth behind lips to shocked to speak your name. Manipulator, you’ve put on quite the splendid show, don’t let them catch their breath just yet. I saw through your guise quite some time ago, a convincing illusion – the perfect suit to cover those bones: a composite of regret and fear. Off your high horse, you’re no different then those that are the focus of your rhetoric. You know you’re all the same. The face in the mirror: your real enemy. Peel back the skin so you finally see who’s looking back from underneath. Before you raise your voice, are you familiar with the subject (or yourself [its source] for that matter)? or is it just a play to compensate? Now, we’ve all made our mistakes. We’ve all been wronged and been wrong ourselves…pomposity doesn’t make you their mouth piece. Wake up. You don’t even know yourself. Get off your high horse and face the mirror. You don’t speak for me, or my beliefs, or the lessons that I’ve learned.  You don’t speak for me, or my beliefs, or the things i’d shed blood for. You do not speak for me, save your breath. You don’t speak for me, or my beliefs, or the plight that I’ve endured.. so save yourself.

“Tonight At 11: Things That Could Kill You By 10″:
Old white noise is turning red…a sea of static tied by a common thread. Our leeches slither in to attack, this one still has some blood left. A vacant shell left skinned and carved, abandoned for their next star. Scavengers: grab your fill, stand by for the next kill. Pick your tongues up off the floor. Where there is one, you can always forge more. Just set the table with something they won’t turn down. Cater to their every whim don’t let them think about the betrayal of trust choked down with the swill you’re spooning out. Don’t let them think about it. Don’t let them see you play to their greed and gluttony. Keep them all pacified. The time has come to take responsibility for your corruption, for the eyes you’ve led astray for such a long time. Release us from this, make true to your promise. All I ever wanted was somethingto confide in without having to second guess their every word. Please. Give us something to have some hope for…if only truth…If only truth.

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“Christopher Lloyd & The Flux Capacitor”
(An explanation: This one is basically a story about someone so obsessed with their goals / an ideal / dreams that they destroy themselves. Apply it as you please.)
Gone, his pen tears paper, just one more calculation. One more note, so close. Drowning in his own intellect. This is all-important. This is all consuming. Sacrifice carves his path to heaven above. The ends will justify the means. Soon we will all play god. Soon we will reach our pique. He wants to be the catalyst, the spark of new evolution. There is no margin for error. Failure is not one of our options. This will be our pinnacle, his only rest will come from his imminent destruction. Choked to the last breath by the weight of his dreams, he holds the hammer that delivers the final nail in his coffin.

“I Fell Off Of My Horse, So, To Remedy The Situation, I Kicked It In The Face. (How I Trumped Super-Man)”
(An explanation: This one is about hitting rock-bottom, or just being at a terrible time, and putting your resolve, your morals, your whole way of life into perspective and finding the strength to stick to those beliefs. Its about pulling yourself up.)
Its a far fall from that perch back to this reality. Forced to evaluate the sincerity of the words that you claim to live by. Are they true? Inherit your inheritance show your strength or you vice. This is an oppurtunity to draw the line. Molt, give us all or nothing. Earn the beat in your chest, if you still hear it all. If you still hear it all, take one last breath: Rise or fall. What is the weight of your heart? Inside, do you know who you really are? Does the mirror reflect someone that you recognize? In this epiphany, can you find what you wish to achieve? When everything falls apart, will you find the strength that you need to stand up? Some say that we are only as strong as our convictions, that we are defined within the virtue of our action. If we can’t hold true to ourselves, how can we help anybody else? If we can’t save ourselves, how will we save anyone? Pick yourself up off the bottom, show that there is still some life in you yet.

“Sometimes I Get The Urge To Take Over Large Parts Of Europe”
(PLEASE READ FIRST, an explanation: So this one is the product of Trevor and I bouncing the most sarcastic/ridiculous lyrics we could think of off of each other and mixing them all up. Basically, Its about a self-absorbed, arrogant, power-grubbing person who alienates others because of his ego and ends up damaged and alone. Moral: Be nice to people and keep grounded.)
You smile wide, with teeth bright; the flawless spawn of Zeus and Jessica Simpson. You can’t be taught charm like this. Every word delivered with such absolution. Those dazzling looks and loveable personality are a match made in heaven. They just crumble for that twinkle in your eye. Is the mirror that gorgeous or is it just you? Thats right, smile killer, another trophy for the shelf, another check off your list. Take ‘er out, sharpshooter. You’ve mastered the game. They come out of the wood-work just to glance at you. Say it, say what every smirk screams. “I am the greatest man to ever grace this Earth. I’ll strip your dignity of everything its worth. I am the greatest man to ever grace this Earth and I’m much too good-looking for the likes of you.” I know, you’re not cocky, you’re just destined to be better. But this is your downfall Ceaser. This is your last ride and you know it.

“Computer Chip In Brain”
(An explanation: This one came from a lot of places. In short, it’s about someone who is so trapped and unhappy with their state of being and with pretending to be okay that they literally began to fall out of comfort and sanity. It’s telling them to be strong, that they can strip life down to begin again, and that they should do what makes them happy.)
This tapestry is shorn and ragged, a monument to man’s unraveling. He built this cage to fight off nature, it’s structure fell, supports came crashing down. Manipulated through a process of fracturing and etching away the shell that held this wreck together. Choke your tye and iron your suit. Take time to craft each word. Make sure your handshake is firm. Grin and bare it. Wrestling with a voice or an impulse to strong to hide. Pull your hair, rub your eyes, scratch an itch until you are inside. The ebb and flow of monotony corrodes the anchor of his sanity. He swallows breath and closes eyes attempting to hold on to his identity. They must never know what lies beyond this pillar of human nature. Claw your way onto a path that follows your aspirations. Take a breath, close your eyes and find yourself, it’s not over. Cut your strings, your not anyone’s to control anymore. Take a breath close your eyes and walk away, it’s not over. Cut your strings, you’re not anyone’s to control anymore. (Sink…swim, breathe in.) DROP YOUR CRUTCH, STAND UP, FIND YOUR HEART, FIGHT FOR IT. Sink…swim, breathe in.

“Sweet Ink, Brah”
(An explanation: This one is fun because the lyrics become more simplistic as the music leans towards more basic hardcore. Basically, this is about people who throw their weight around and build facade’s around themselves in order to scare and control people whether it be in a music scene or any facet of life.)
You build your throne upon the weight of your image, perpetuated by violence and lies. You’ve lost all sense of why this started, of what brought you here in the first place. You’ve pulled the wool over their eyes, peel off your mask, WE SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU. You use the people you claim to stand by and forget all the rest. YOU SAY LOYALTY is all that you believe in, well you could have fooled us. You’d trade the strength of your word to strengthen your ego. Is it worth it? How does it feel to have all of the redeeming qualities of a department store manequin? How does it feel to be rid of your worth? You’ve done this all to yourself. A uniform of guilt and pride to hide your fear and uncertainty, to sacrifice yourself and any form of identity. Tonight, we’re taking it back for all of the kids that we once were. Your way of life is just fashion.