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Captives of the Past
04:24
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Verse
Pestilence and violence, the future so bright
The shackles that bind us ensnare us tight
Dark age returns, future foregone
Inquisition of innocent, from many culled to one
The Men on the hill who speak for the dead
The priests of the law cursed ancients once said
The slaves of the past are slaves of today
Once freed from this clan must return to obey
Chorus
No lessons learned
Shackled by the dead
The future held in chains
Captives of the
Past to blame
The ways never change
The means stay the same
Captives of the past
Verse
We thought us enlightened, the dawn of the day
The fires of wisdom, that would lead our way
The path consumed, the darkness engulf
Benighted in ignorance, clamps the maw of the wolf
The pyres of furor, devour our future
Flashbacks of horror, the specter of torture
Dragged to the past, our torments reborn
The hours strike backwards, the present is torn
Verse
The eye of the storm, its center with calm
Its winds have returned and destruction to come
The tongue of the other, the womb of the mother
These cells the masters watch forever
Like ghosts to observe all anguish and strife
Trapped on this Earth, but taken from life
Fading and Nameless, now whispers our cries
Lost in the Tides, on time's shores we will die
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2. |
I Object
05:13
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I, Object
verse:
Locked in a keyless cell of flesh
with wardens who couldn't care
They watch me with their judging eyes
that can't see the pain in my heart
because I am worth far less
than the sum of my all parts
They repeat that I am blessed
salivating to taste my flesh
chorus:
I, object
Anatomy without autonomy
I, object
A shell with no agency
I, object
A body with no humanity
I, object
A corpse with no identity
verse
But the secret they will not say
is that I was never somebody
they prod me with their stethescopes
Count the days until I'm not me
Livestock until spent of essence
Put on the meat hook for slaughter
A faceless tool of construction
A pawn for others' desire
verse:
Born in a hollow cage of bone
two windows to a broken world
twelve hundred cubic centimetres
Is all the freedom I will know
I am locked in a butcher shop
And everybody wants their cut
For I am an object of flesh
Less a human than a womb
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Anachron Santa Ana, California
Thrash Metal band based out of Santa Ana, Ca. New Single "Captives of the Past" out 02/14/2023
Lead Guitar and Vocals:Jonathan Jimenez
Lead Guitar: Josh Casarez
Bass: Addican Hatch
Drums: Kevin Mejia
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