Half-Blood Hill Songtext
von Futurist

Hear the call
Buzzing and steadfast
Defy what is to
Better reap carnal knowledge

There was time before
This epidemic known as
Worship of moral compromise as if
The ends justified the means
Justified the means
Justified the means
How usual it all did seem

And it′s a crime
It's a thought crime to
Open your mind and
Then seek an alternate way home
More like pawns engaged
In subjugation to these false images
Welded as weapons upon superficial sighs


All at once
Perceive the darkness here
Ego serves the reptile
Impulses prehistoric

But no one rules
If none obey the program so
Is there a line between our eyes and the screen?
Still lost in a digital dream
What if death, it has no sting?

A storm is coming
Foreseen past life premonitions
The feel of forceps
Pulled from the mothers womb
Another room to ignite

And it burns the palate
All sense of taste is gone
Until pain has brought forth
A sacred symmetry in truth

Oh, you can hear her crying
She echoes God divided
Sun and moon
Everything will move towards unity


When gridlock takes hold
A glowing, psychic intervention
Will hit you like a bull
Bleed out the poison
Oxygen illuminates your neocortex,
Once clouded with sin

When gridlock takes hold
A yearning, somewhat apprehensive
Was all you′ve ever known
Give up all control
Pigeonholed, surrender to the void
She whispers, "Your story is sand."