Recorded in summer '10 at Basement Rage Studios by Bob Fouts.
lyrics
A young man bargained with Diablo.
Want to know what he’d give for a soul.
Satan said, “What I’ve got to offer
is the crux of all man’s desire.”
With sweaty palms he consented.
With a laugh the Devil granted
the gift of life everlasting.
“See you when the world stops spinning.”
His life grew starved of any purpose.
The grins from grave made him mirthless.
An ancient mind that despised its youthful body.
A prisoner of its own selfish folly.
Where will we go when the sun burns out?
Who’ll ease the pain when our will gives out
What if I walked the Earth alone?
Would I beseech a way to go?
The Horsemen trod ‘cross the horizon.
The Reaper harvests his in silence.
Old boy sat lonely midst the fire
and cursed the crux of all man’s desire.
Surreptitious Liar
whispers in your ear
sweet hymns of the now, while
scheming to turn your future into a
lesson on the thin ice
of whimsical lust.
I would guide you to virtue but
maybe He’s crafting the words on my tongue.
“So buddy what you got goin’
on down on your eternal rock?
Is it just me or did things get dull?
Was there an ebb in the flock?
“Seems the Fates got lazy
Neglect to snip at your string
And now your yarn grows longer
You pointless infinite being
credits
from Without Further Ado,
released November 13, 2010
Chris Probasco - Vocals
Colby Holmes - Bass
Christian Wren - Guitar
Neal Cunningham - Guitar
Matthew Allan Fields - Drums
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