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Ulterior Cognizance

by Air Wolves

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1.
Rituals 03:40
He sharpens his tools with a gleam in his eye Anticipation swells with the darkness inside Waiting and watching for the object of desire To pass through the shadow for him to admire Quietly he lurks just far enough behind Not to be noticed just close enough to find That spark that he craves as he closes in it ignites And all his pain is dissolved in the blood of the night Another dream’s been unfolded its time to cover the tracks With each new victim he’s molded now there’s no turning back The night is winding down now as he discards the evidence His only trophy the memory of the time they spent The hungers growing stronger such an insatiable urge Cant focus on his routine to busy plotting his next purge Every face he passes turns ugly and begs for him to release That tormented soul the body keeps trapped beneath He can feel something rising, it’s been buried deep within True lust can be so enticing; his thirst could never be quenched No patience to follow the pattern neglecting all his own rules Cant even bother to clean up or even sharpen his tools He wonders if he’s cracking up or getting closer to the light How could something so compelling in the end not be what is right? So he falls asleep with a smile, feeling utterly justified
2.
Technology is not inherently good, nor on its own can it be evil But in the hands of power hungry men it holds more weight than any modern devil In a culture driven by gadgets and upgrades where we're measured by appearance and statuses It's hard not to lose yourself chasing these useless products that carry no essence And our lives are lived out on our own silver screen That keeps score and keeps time keeps our false memories We've forgotten the simple pleasures that surround us because we're glued to one hundred devices With our head in the clouds we make strangers of our family and ghosts of our friends While we neglect our needs we splurge on materialistic bullshit because we're told that is the key to happiness But what satisfaction can really be achieved in weighing your value by the things that you possess?
3.
The television begs you to pick a side Strategically editing films to help divide FOX shown you black MSNBC shows you white But everything's grey if you perceive with an open mind And sometimes I wonder just who shot first? And sometimes I wonder if knowing is worse? Choose your puppet wisely be it the left or right Two wings of the same bird who has lost sense of flight To dance around the truth is to simply utter lies But the people trust each other less than your political disguise And sometimes I wonder just who shot first? And sometimes I wonder if knowing' a curse? Organized fear induces sense of fight or flight So they catch you off guard to rally for what they say is right Using hatred as kindling to burn that fire bright Until before your very eyes you've just joined their "Third Reich"
4.
Eulogy 04:24
Cross out the excess, and crawl from your own grave Glistening under moonlight, by the willow trees shade Stalked through the night,by your visions morality Dragged like a dog, to the furnace of sleep Carried away like the wind, like it empties the urn Speaking in tongues, the virgin speaks out of turn Advancing stages of cardiac, of cardiac arrest Through mute inhibitions, desire protects Entangled in wonder, decisions far from the norm These questions arise, in the midst of a storm Discussions follow patterns, they open the sky Developed the womb, before mother dies Emptiness overwhelms, the coffin is left Enticing the vein, is inebriation at best So quick to be careless, this optical spectrum Is the victim of intricate, delusional perception
5.
The walls are walking up my feet So fast it's getting hard to sleep And I ain't sure now what is real and what's dreams But I sure as hell could use relief And I don't know how I never saw this coming Every song I write's about exactly what I'm becoming Now everything that I know is just questions And all these promises are merely suggestions That just aren't worth all of these repercussions So I've grown tired of these reoccurring discussions And I don't know how I never saw this coming Every song I write's about exactly what I'm becoming I live to the rhythm of an empty bottle of gin As we cross these tracks to fall asleep insane again
6.
Life, it's a war against time Truth, is the worlds greatest lie Knife, such an elegant design Proof, is perceived in the mind Deceit, such a callous device Hope, just a means to survive Complete, is meaningless to define The rope, swings the same from both sides
7.
All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter And go shaking on the scene like killing machines And they know that when she's stacked up top She'll be a sucker for the shotgun show Shaking obscene like the killing machines, here we go It's the same old show: he's a killer of a flash boy, oh He's a killer, he's a killer, he's a flash boy, oh Oh, if you shake your fake tan through aerosol land, you'll know That you'll suffer for your sex by the caravanettes, oh no And that shitter with the pout won't be putting it about no more Oh, shaking obscene like a killing machine, here we go It's the same old show: he's a killer, he's a flash boy, oh He's a killer, he's a flash boy, oh, oh, and Athena loves your body So think of the sea, my darling Think of the sea as you murder me It's the same old show: he's a killer, he's a flash boy, oh This is the killing of a flash boy, oh ALL THE WORLD CANT BE WRONG IT MUST BE ME I DONT BELONG
8.
Mirrors 01:48
Depraved of necessity, while promised A false reward At first taunting encourages, after a while you just get bored So tear away all the masks that you've just realized you wore Until silence is home again and even whispers feel like roars This cell becomes freedom, and to lack feels like a gain Slowly pulling back the skin, reconfigure your brain You start to look to deeply, trust withers within Until you only trust paranoia, then the screaming begins So tear away at the masks that you've just realized you wore Until silence is home again and even whispers feel like roars This cell becomes freedom, and to lack feels like a gain Slowly pulling back the skin, reconfigure your brain No way back to your old ways now only onward to the new Society asks what we've become, "we're just a reflection of you" No way back to your old ways now only onward to the new Society asks what we've become, "we're just a reflection of you" Depraved of necessity, while promised A false reward First taunting encourages, after a while you just get bored You start to look to deeply, trust withers within Until you only trust paranoia, then the screaming begins
9.
Impasse 04:51
Chasing the darkness in search of something familiar Regrets fade with time but the guilt tends to linger So we drink till we black out to avoid confrontation With the person we've become through inherent isolation The lusters long since worn out and all pleasure truly faded Still we feel coerced to swim the stream that leaves us jaded Creating the very turmoil that we drink to escape This catch 22 continually loops the same tape All logic tells us recommence and the steps are clearly laid But deep beneath the surface grows a nagging, incessant plague That eradicates our rationale and binds us to our vice Desperate to escape this cycle but can our mind handle the price?

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released July 1, 2017

Recorded and produced by Paradox Transmission Records

All songs by Air Wolves except Killing of a Flashboy written by Suede.

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