Your Turn Is Last

by Lifeline Lost

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released June 18, 2012

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Track Name: Fold Away
Fold away

Since the dawn of man our lives
have been lived not to survive,
but to seek a higher truth,
like searching for eternal youth.
 
Like a ship that’s lost at sea,
like a soldier gone missing,
the answer’s nowhere to be found,
feet swept off solid ground.
 
You’re already homeward bound,
feet swept off solid gound.
 
The meaning of it all is to find your meaning.
The answer to the call is to keep on dreaming.
Fold away your white flags, never stop believing.
Embrace the conclusion: life is just a feeling.
  
Wise men said man cannot die
if one lives a righteous life.
Days in wonderland awaits
those who make it past the gates.
 
So will you sacrifice your time
or is it worth to commit the crime?
Life is a gift, not a loan.
You’re on this quest on your own.
 
Hail to reason, not a throne!
You’re on this quest on your own.
Track Name: Victims
Victims


My life is spinning!
My life is spinning!

As a child You're easy to hurt By Those closest to you
You don't know That They've done wrong to you

In school You're alone Kicked around and beat
You hid inside All the pain and sorrow

All your life
You've been a victim of abuse and crime
Now it's time
to end This cycle of pain and misery
My life is spinning!

At home You're nobody your self-esteem is dead
Ignored till you think there's nothing to live for
At work You gave all got nothing in return
Sacrificed yourself And your family

All your life
You've been a victim of abuse and crime
Now it's time
to end This cycle of pain and misery

No one to help you
No one to care
Its your fault, your alone you are to blame
Nobody care!

All your life
You've been a victim of abuse and crime
Now it's time
to end This cycle of pain and misery

My life is spinning!
My life is spinning!
Track Name: Constant Refiner
CONSTANT REFINER

Once and for all, in the name of progress
our species must keep on achieving maximum profits
Systematically engineered to provide us
with new invented needs, requests of the vital sign industry

But don’t regret
Oppressed minds will forget
Tearless eyes wont get wet

Kept in check by the constant refiner
Must aim for the highest award

Business always leads to war
refiner reaps the score
No time for saving salvation

Trapped in a cage, their purpose to serve us
by satisfying our gluttony, so primitive
All living beings with less developed minds
refined and reduced to industrial products with vital signs

But don’t regret
Oppressed minds will forget
Tearless eyes wont get wet

Kept in check by the constant refiner
Must aim for the highest award

Business always leads to war
refiner reaps the score
No time for saving salvation
Track Name: End Of Days
End of Days
Write your name on the list
and meet me at the end of the line
Relax the muscles that clench your fist
and replace that frown with a smile

When a world comes to an end,
it’s time to reflect and rewind
so much for feelings,
learn from the era left behind
 
When the end of days
pounds on my door
I can say I’ve been prepared all along
 
Paid my dues,
made my peace,
from the start I’ve been waiting for a release
Chorus:
Woo-o, woo-o
storm rising in the forecast
Woo-o, woo-o
ignored in tonight’s broadcast
Woo-o, woo-o
witness the cries for help teargassed
accept the fact, your turn is last
 
Last of the line
production ceased just in time
Profits were falling, associates calling
asking why stock wasn’t prime

Wisdom is to know when to stop
when to follow your head, not your heart
So much for believing
that nothing could tear this apart
Track Name: Anchors
Throw away your suit and tie
there’s a world waiting for you
tonight it’s hungry for a fight

You volunteer and advance
into the sea of bodyslams,
flailing arms and fisted hands

A friday night mass
to celebrate what

closest to religion we have
our temple an empty hall

These moments are the anchors
a reminder that we’re not alone
Breathe in, vent out your anger
feel the energy, feel at home

Inside that head of yours
slave to habits and your chores
completed over and again

Weekdays go by in a blur
a robot’s life make it easier
until time comes to confess

closest to religion we have
an applause is our amen