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Darkest Hour
Darkest Hour


Информация
Откуда Washington, D.C., United States
Жанры Melodic Death Metal
Metalcore
Годы 1995—н.в.
Лейблы Victory Records
E1 Music
Сайт Website
Состав
John Henry
Mike Schleibaum
Paul Burnette
Ryan Parrish
Mike Carrigan
Бывшие участники
Matt Maben
Raul Mayorga
Billups Allen
Fred Ziomek
Mike Garrity
Tommy Gun
Kris Norris



Альбом Darkest Hour


Hidden Hands Of A Sadist Nation (20.05.2003)
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Veritas, Aequitas
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One nation under the gun
Where forward thinking is shunned
A morbid tradition
Of archaic value systems
Where violence justified
Is just another pride
Under the surface lies
A holy plastic empire
With guarded golden fences
Where misfortune
Shelters decisions
A pain wrought from blood flowing green
The myth of protection
Is a sick fascination
A culture of violence is what you are feeding
Fear is an heirloom
And hate is contagious
A nation of sadists is what you are breeding
It's everywhere
It's everywhere that you see
But who decides
If you watch or turn the other cheek
And only in your mind
Is it your given right to be armed to the teeth
It's a common disease
The only immunity is to disarm
This holy plastic empire disease

. . .


I can still see
You sucking the life out of me
I can still feel the chill
Down my spine when you told me
Always one fateful night
That turns the tide
Always one fateful night
With nowhere to hide
To live and die
In a day there's nothing
Left to say
Time will not erase
The counting down of the days
You finally got
What you've been waiting for
A handful of pills
Didn't soften the blow
One month of sucking it in
It started to show
Waking up to realize
It's not a dream
Was the hardest thing

. . .


Within a mechanical pose
And a heart pumping a need for control
Forced to fit inside a mold
Living to dehumanize is gonna take its toll
Take it in
And let it saturate
Under the skin
Until you can't even
Remember when
You first felt the sinking
Feeling that
Something's missing you
Traded for a gun
Did we inflate your sense of pride
And did it feed your lust for power
When you threw us to the ground
You took what's ours and sold it back
Another day another dollar for this town
Your uniform made a perfect burial suit

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A grand deception
Disguised as god's redemption
Forcefed delusions of grandeur
Calling out for

A willing sacrifice
Of a nameless enemy
Necessary losses
Fulfill the bloodlust fantasy

A willing sacrifice
Of a nameless enemy
Necessary losses
Fulfill the bloodlust fantasy

See through this facade
Of retribution

This machine
Is marching to the killing rhythm
Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses
Spilling blood in vain
Subdues the vengeful masses

So put your blinders on
Replace your conscience with a flag
So you can forget
Money runs thicker than blood

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So serene is the bleached white scene
Of a thousand crimes you'll never see on TV
Swept away only to pave the new way
This misinformation age is upon us all
Waking up to the sound
Another muffled cry for peace
Waking up to the sound
Another muffled cry for truth
Cut out the eyes
Of anyone and everyone
Who might see through the lie
Ignore the cries
Before it all
Becomes all to clear
Comes crashing down
Fill their heads with a false sense of security
Fill their heads with fear
Embracing ignorance is the new way
Of keeping the huddled masses in line
Silent servants rise up
And make yourselves be heard

. . .


You think it's easy to live the silent lie
But your second face is peeling
Every word spoken every blink of the eye
Deceit makes itself revealing
Sickening how easy trust can be offset
Blatant truth will burn right through your ??
I hope this happens to you
And I hope your soul's splitting in two
And you can look me in the eyes
Your stagnant poise generates a blame
Filtered through the heart that's dying
Self absorbed soon enough you'll be rung on
And in this pretentiousness attitude drown
The twisted truth is inhaled by all
But its purest form is thriving
This will happen to you
Someone you trust will be untrue
Rot on the inside
This will happen to you
And you'll feel the ache of being used

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All you can hope for is
To make a slight connection with
All these clogged receptors it's
Not getting any better by the look of it
No people just numbers
If you had your way
The world would be
Just a market a fucking market
The meaning is lost when
You put a price tag on it
Well I bought it we all bought it
Warm greetings cold dismissals
It's all part of this game we play
I don't need it we don't need it
You put on your best face
That condescending smile makes me sick
I see through it we all see through it
I know now all you want
To reap the benefit of the loss
Well I took it we all took it
Your intentions transparent
And only now that it's too late
I regret it I regret it

. . .


We are the embarassment to market suicide
Without eyes full of genocide
We live where flags can buy more than others' lives
Where it's fashion to show your love homicide
Of the victim we haven't seen enough
For the victim it's the esape that keeps them drugged
It's the best blood money can buy
It's the best way to fund genocide
A violent missionary sect
Feeds a bullet for every word against
Salvation in a warhead
The patriot virus is being spread
The only antidote the give is to fear what's next
Prepackaged and advertised with a hymn
Singing anthems for the walking dead
Fear what's next

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Veritas, Aequitas

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