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Dying. Dead. Undead.

by Dissolution

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These cameras are in place for your own protection, so we can see your face and know who to question — should an unpleasant scene just happen to arise. To keep things orderly, and know the truth and not your lies! We can see you through our cameras, and if we need you, you can help us — helpless scapegoat! We'll cut—and—paste you, just like a bitmap, and on our clipboard, you're caught in our trap! (Solos: Ryan, Dennis) You'll protest us, though no one will hear you. And if you harm us? We'll delete you! Don't try to seek us out, because we don't exist - that is officially... but there's some truth in every myth! So, always watch your back, and you should be prepared. Not that it matters though, as we are hiding everywhere!
Out of the darkness of night it came, sweeping through the town. lnfecting the people, they went insane — taking it lying down. Ones not infected by the diesese found themselves hunted down by the infected, the mindless mass — a cannibal zombie Jonestown. The virus, destroyer of the minds of the masses of people, the fall of mankind. Survivors, hunted by the dead, kill the fucking zombies, blow off their fucking heads! (Solo: Ryan) Horror survival training, your choice to live or die. Gather the ammunition, and quell the zombie battle cry. There is no sanctuary, a place to go and hide. An ending to this madness, one day in hopes to find... (Solo: Dennis)
Keep to yourselves, they'll kill us all. Don't try to hide, as they smell your fear. Live life in pain, they control your thoughts. Chained to the walls, they own our souls! Hate and dishonour, death and decay, distorted vision, Truth will see the light of day! Fuck their politics, they have no truth. Their interpretation of how we should be. I won't hand my life to them, they'll have to take it by killing me! Live thow you want, not how you're told, free for yourself from the agony. You have the strength to kill them all, decide your fate, not anyone else. Fight for your rights or live their way, learn to be strong — we'll kill them all! (Solo: Dennis)
Opaque existence, hindered by death, can't conform to resistance. Waking the dead — cursed by their master to serve as his slaves. Clawing and climbing themselves from the ground, his presence is there watching from all around. It is time to prepare this hex on these monsters, this curse from abound. "Slaughter the women and children first," as the grim master commanded, so shall it be, "leave noone standing! Who's laughing at who, now he gets his revenge! Bodies are sprawled out, a pool of blood running, the sounds all around of the asphyxiation. The cowering masses hide from the one they once teased claiming payback is all that they need. Murderous Rampage, How do we stop what is already dead? Damn the cursed! There must be a way, stop the one who controls! Gauging, hiding ascend up the crest, that's where he hides, as the dead kills the rest. Behold his great wisdom, he knew they were coming, their deaths would be soon!
Left Below 05:03
You're sitting, waiting gladly for the end of time and the earth. The searing flames that will engulf all in a cleansing rebirth. You're smugly praying to your god, you know he'll favour your work He'll leave the heathen ones to suffer, to stay left below. Impatience rips and tears away, you feel the end will be soon. At least, that's what you tell to those that you feel are not immune. They ask for proof you cannot give, then scoff in disgust to your face, and then they say to you that "you'll have to prove it to me!" You await the end so you can show that you will not be left below! (Solo: Ryan) As several years go by you soon find yourself close to your death. Upon reflection of your life, you fear you've wasted your breath. So, in a final panic you prey that doomsday will take you away. But nothing happens as you silently fade into gray.
The Warlock 03:40
(Solo: Dennis) Found on your face, a deviant smile, thoughts are turning, people are burning, running around. A look of fear found on their face, people turning, thoughts are burning, you can't be found. Objects lit on fire using nothing but your mind, inflict immolation upon mankind. A pile of flesh beneath your feet, a look of bliss, you demonstrate mankind's defeat. A wave of hand, a blink of eye, your magic tricks, they stand in awe, but they must die! (Solos: Dennis, Ryan)
A bloodline charged with ridding Dracula from the land. They never fail to do so except Dracula has his hand upon the dark art of necromancy, and a grasp betwixt the times in which he lives and dies and lives again! You're born to die in vain, to rid a curse insane. Frivolous time serene, the curse returns again! A whip in hand, and holy water strapped to the belt, a sharpened wooden cross — impaled black heart sure death is dealt. Time and again, the vicious cycle repeats once more for the Belmonts, Dracula laughs in their face and gives them what for! (Solos: Ryan & Dennis, Dennis)
She was the daughter of a puritan preacher, a well- respected man in his community. Thought to be cursed by a witch at her birth, the others often steered clear of her company. For you see, her mother died when Emily was still inside. Miraculously, she survived, greeted by a room that cried. All was not well as her life developed She had bouts of silence and ill-temperament. Often in church, she would cover her ears. This would hurt her father and enrage his peers. She was called the devil's child, bewitched at birth, contagious and wild. With harmful intentions and feelings so vile, causing diseases and poxes and trials. Emily Williams was to be put to the test, so all could see, whether or not, officially, if she was a witch. (Solo: Dennis & Ryan) Brought before the town in full, was Emily roped to a pole. They set her ablaze in hopes she would go, for if she survived, so surely they'd know... ....that she was a witch! Of course, the physical body of Emily Williams died. A sigh of relief from the townsfolk, they thought that they would be fine. The ghost of Emily Williams so surely would take her revenge, to right the ones that wronged her, to let her spirit transcend. Possessing the key perpetrators responsible for her demise, Emily viewed them as traitors and sentenced them to suicide! Not rushing her task, she enjoyed it. She took pleasure in their pain. Their fear was her vindication, for she had felt the same! And in the end, once her task was over, she would be remembered as a martyred soul. Another life lost to the senseless witch hunts, an exercise to kill what they could not control. Still, the townsfolk lived in fear, thinking that Emily might reappear. In repentance, so sincere, with silent vigils held each year.


released July 15, 2007

Dennis Mott - Vocals, Guitars
Ryan Forsyth - Guitars, Backing Vocals
Graeme Martin - Bass
Scott Patterson - Drums

All Songs Written, Arranged & Produced by Dissolution
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Dennis Mott
Artwork and Logo by Ted Barker tedbarkerart@hotmail.com
Layout by Ryan "The Bricklayer" Forsyth


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