Band: The Helm
Album: The Helm
Genre: Hardcore Punk/Crust

1) The Second Term [0:00]
2) 1,461 [2:08]
3) Intent [3:03]
4) Wolfowitz [4:25]
5) Smile [5:47]
6) The Eulogy [7:19]

[Lyrics]

The Second Term

Assume our place, of your design. To get in line, to serve your time. Follow, follow like fucking sheep. We pay your dues, it's us who lose. Stay in line, to sell our time. We're led, led like fucking sheep. You've doctrinized obscurity. It's clear as day, plain to see. Misled masses, stole your seat. We're left behind to rot and weep. Cold lies spoke. Set in stone. Deny, refuse, lie, abuse. Create you own reality. Make believe the lies are real. Strip us of all liberties. Led, led to our doom. Doctrinized obscurity. Now it's clear, now we see. Misled masses, deceived by like. Ruthless game, we're forced to play. Artificial reality. You've pledged an oath to a ghost. Where. Where's your god. Your god is dead. Lies. Doctrine of lies. Have led to demise.

1,461

This was lost before you'd even begun. When will four years seem like it's too long? Power you surrender is no longer yours. Take the fucking reins. Don't wait to ask for more. When you take what you're given. It's all doomed to repeat. Tied to their ballot box, you're bound. Bound to sink.

Intent

The current will drag them away, just like it has everyone who's given up. We've cut loose the weights that pull us down. We're not done. We're not fucking around. We do this for each other. We do this for ourselves. We do this with the knowledge that we can be more than what they want, than what they expect. We take a fucked up place, we grab hold, we make it what we can. We live, when we're supposed to die. Throwing rocks at this twisted machine, even if there's no distant shore. This journey is still worth the cost. We'll shout, we'll fight, we'll love. And in the end, we'll win.

Wolfowitz

You're bleeding. Bleeding. There's blood in your mouth and all over you. You're bleeding. Bleeding. Were it only your own blood. All this to keep us safe? More new lies that pave the way. For you to use and kill at will. This is not a lab. And we are not your rats. Whose interests do you haven mind? Not ours. Just yours. And theirs. This is not a lab. This is burned out ruins. Burned out ruins. A new century. Lit by the bodies that you've burned. Burned.

Smile

I can't work up a grin. Not after this. I see sick smiles of those who still pretend that this is something more than a walking death. I can't even work up a fucking grin. Yeah I'm here. I'm just deadI can't stand the way they look at me. The way act as if I really care. But I am numb to this. Numb to this. Numb to feeling anything but apathy, self-loathing, and disgust. Dress this corpse, it's far from alive. But it really doesn't matter, and I have had my fill. But I keep coming back. Forfeit all free will. I'm dead. Let this end. I'm dead. This won't end. Cut me down and bury me, I'm dead.

The Eulogy

You could let them rest. But there's money in this. Dig up bodies. Put them on display. The violent deaths. All used to your ends. Reopening deep scars. Fuel your crusade. Robbing lives of their meaning. Opening crypts. Seeing nothing but your needs. Preaching fear, sowing hatred. Your platform built on the bodies of the dead. A grim harvest.

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