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Behold, The Conqueror

by Behold, The Conqueror

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1.
Toil 02:06
Will these bloodstained hands never be clean? Can these tortured souls ever be free?
2.
Fess Up 01:22
Disconnected. Cut the shit, let's call it quits. Energy blindly sucked up and gone to waste. Doesn't mean a damn thing, and if it ever did was hardly abiding. After everything, you couldn't even finish what you started. Leave that toxic comfort behind. Don’t wait around. You know what you need. Every inkling along the way put to rest then resurrected. Forced your way in, now all you want is an exit. After everything, you couldn't even finish what you started.
3.
Pigeon-Toed 03:47
Cowardly, conceited, repetition’s got you heated. Dragged through the motions if worth cannot be assured. Stand up straight, do you feel a change? Taking up too much space. Halting progression. Uncomfortable grip, obvious indents, gaze averted, strained investment. Gather more proof, soak it all in. Let it deter your increasing insecurity. Smother the fire. Different channels trace back to the same root, a familiar purpose for the path you choose. Habitual torture, too soothing to discard. You're back where you began when you let down your guard. Underdeveloped. Consistently lacking. Habitual torture brings you back to the beginning. Inept and bereft, nearsighted and half deaf. Acceptance of a disadvantage won’t turn the tide yet. Hidden and protected by a reliable shell. Keeping up the act is draining. It’s not hard to tell. Uncomfortable grip, obvious indents, gaze averted, strained investment. Cues not picked up, now panic won’t let up. No way in hell to shut it out. I’ve had more than enough. Temporary fixes are useless. Time to face the music. Face the fucking music. Face the music.
4.
Dupery 02:50
Stretch out that disbelief, clawing until you unearth the horrors underneath. Trembling voices only carry so far. I don’t need to know where I am if I know where you are. Repaint the picture to your liking. Reinterpret as you see fit. Cling to the parts that sound best, drown out the rest. Plead ignorance for the rest of your days. True colors hidden, buried deep within. Fend off the decoys planted along the trail. Play their game and play it well. The guilty freely roam while the innocent hide. If you could tell them apart, it would eat you alive. False hopes elevated. It’s painless to fake it. The truth will kill us all. Something is missing if you take a look around. Locked away in a place where all of our sentiments stay safe and sound. Pick your poison wisely.
5.
Beckoned by an invasive whisper. Tried to push it away but the pull was too strong. Curiosity lured me in before long. Everything I know told me to go but I had to stay. The back of your mind isn't ever the best hiding place. Reach inside. The unimaginable wants to be released. The dead doesn't always want to rest in peace. We have lived in fear. How could you ever forget? You can't stare it in the eye so it will never disappear. You can't stare me in the fucking eye. We have lived in fear. Supressing, closing off and curling up into a ball (a precedence has been set, now watch and learn). Baring all, exploitation dressed up in a clever disguise (a precedence has been set, now watch and learn). It’s a tricky fix, it’s a tiring way to live. Harbor all you want but don't you dare move an inch. We all know how free we truly are and it doesn't stick. You're an endangered flower that I just have to pick. Where does it end? Endlessly making something out of nothing. It should come as no surprise that nobody gets the last laugh. We have lived in fear.
6.
Senseless 01:43
7.
ISHWMFT 02:37
Liberation hides in the dark. Undeniably better off apart. Barely hanging, suspended mid-air. Frigid mornings bathed in despair. Letting go has never been easy for me. Letting go has never been more necessary. Let go. It’s no secret that this has gone on long enough. Your lies make me sick to my stomach. Cowards deserve what they get, and yours is coming. Finally I can see that I shouldn’t have wasted my fucking time. Neglect the obvious truth. Mute the voice inside you. I won’t miss your face. I lost myself trying to secure a worthless connection.
8.
Elitist 01:44
Keep turning up that wretched nose, it makes no difference to a high and mighty drone on a mission. It will read the same. Status shall remain. Another useless spitting image, raised up and revered. Pomposity recreates and gives shape to another useless spitting image, raised up and revered. Your motives are clear. We don’t need your influence. The uniform you wear so proudly is tattered and faded. Self-righteous efforts are all I see. One day soon you will be replaced. I’d love to wipe that smug look off your face.
9.
Bare your neck. You left it all unguarded, oblivious to the signs to begin with. Duty-bound to follow me. Combating the remedy. Your loved ones need not worry about a thing. This is preparation for your time to sing. Duty-bound to follow me. Combating the remedy. A piece of me will stay with you wherever you go. I will be the one to pull you out of the ground, the one to show you how to feel alive again. Untie the knots and join in on the symphony. An invitation has been extended. Untie the knots, and join in on the symphony. Latch onto every word. Let me speak through your voice. This is the way it has to be. You don’t have a choice. There is a place reserved for those who choose to intervene. No good deed goes unpunished. A seed was bound to sprout. I did what had to be done, despite all of your doubt. This isn’t a matter of right or wrong. I just know I need to have you and I’ll stop at nothing. We’re running out of time. The children of the night are waiting for their chance to sing.
10.
Piss it all away. The image will still hold up at the end of the day. Why do you need a voice if you have nothing to say? Silver linings are hard to find when you’ve thrown away your time. On display for your viewing pleasure. Sacrifice it all, protect what you treasure. There’s always a point to prove. Someone who needs to see what you see. Are you in it for the right reasons? Your needs will never be satisfied. Built up to find there’s no end product. Blow a million chances, then beg for more. Beg for prolongation. There are true works of art waiting to be made. Forget the display. The work you’ve done will speak for you. The message will relay. Piss it all away. The image will still hold up at the end of the day. Why do you need a voice if you have nothing to say?

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released March 9, 2017

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jacob Hiltz at the Electric Loft
Artwork by Matt Mehana
Logo by Cail Reagh

All music written and performed by Behold, The Conqueror
Nick Piovesan - Vocals
Danny Webb - Guitars
Terran MacKay - Bass
Matt Allen - Drums

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