Angels of Enmity

by Storm King

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released July 28, 2009

All songs written & performed by Storm King
Produced by Storm King & Dave Piatek
Recorded & Mixed by Dave Piatek
www.davepiatekrecording.com
Mastered by Zach Moore
Cover art & design by Mark Bogacki

STORM KING:
Scott Massie - Vocals
Andy Kichi - Guitar
Adam Weston - Guitar
Mark Bogacki - Bass
Tom D'Andrea - Drums

IV:008 - the Innervenus Music Collective
P.O. Box 81213 | Pittsburgh, PA 15217 | USA
www.innervenus.org

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Track Name: Keeper of Shadows
All systems down
It’s out of control. It’s out of our hands
No keeper to take the toll
Tax the mind. Tax the soul
A tax to protect you from crime
Defender of truth. Untouched by time
Freedoms to the youth
Breaking away. Break loose
Take charge of our own fate

Flesh rips. Blood drips. Death grips
Nothing can save us from this
We stray. Decay
Casting salvation away
And now it seems
You can throw away your dreams
Just so you know
How all this hatred grows

Suspended in a dream
From everything we’ve seen
Screen savers fill my eyes
Everything has died
The acid wave comes down
Crushing vision and sound
I have landed. Take me home

Things you don’t want to know
Held by the keeper of shadows
Time withered memory
The storm of victory
Patches of blue sky
Veiled by uncertainty
Fixed and gray and dead
Is what she's whispering
Track Name: The Death Equation
Endless miles on empty
Animosity fuel. Catastrophe
Wake the sleeping nothing
Guilt and stale despondency
Riding the last great turmoil
New technique outshines the last
Nothing but to die for
Journey down a timeless path

CHORUS:
We drift in and out of sleep and love
Of consciousness and reasons to try
Foolish men think of victory
The lost still believe there’s a fight

Bleed the new perspective
Pitch black dread. Anxiety
Hope - the wicked dealer
Almost thought I could be free
Now in this time of dying
Reflective of everything
I see all of these equations
Don’t add up to anything at all
Track Name: Miss Anthropy
Wake up in the same place
But it’s all different somehow
The faces, the stench, the apathy
All the same fucking thing

Pretentiousness drifts like dead fish
And just like before, the stomach turns
Who let these people in?
Am I not one of them?

CHORUS:
Something is happening to me
I erupt. I self-destruct
I wash it all off then I
Sweep it back under the rug
What’s happening to me?
I erupt. I self-destruct
I wash it all off then I
Sweep it back under the rug

The nightmare continues
Everyone’s looking for something
I don’t think it’s here
I’m not sure it’s anywhere, but still…

People are lined up around the block
To get inside. To get high
To get inside her. To get high and mighty
I don’t think she has the answer

CHORUS

OUTRO:
The band sounds pretty good
They seem to have a way about them
They seem to have a way
Of getting inside. Getting high
Getting inside her. Getting high and mighty
Take it home…
Track Name: A Constant Struggle Between Everything & Nothingness
Instrumental
Track Name: Lack Luster
Harboring resentment for so long
I forgot what it’s for

Harboring failure

Tired and over played
Swallowing this hand grenade
In full color
But so lack luster

It’s hard to be positive when
All of your failures
Put themselves out there
In front of your saviors

This is so old
Bitter and cold
In full color
But so lack luster

Harboring resentment for so long
I forgot what it’s for

Harboring failure

So tired of living in the same tortured life time
So tired of living inside of your disease
Can’t break the cycle. Can’t break the routine
Somebody kill me. Somebody please

What am I supposed to live up to?
Why am I letting you down again?
Can’t break the cycle. Can’t break the routine
Somebody kill me. Somebody please…

Failure x8
Track Name: Wallowing
I'm a shell in myself, shut like a lock
Encased in concrete and I will not escape
You can try to chip through
You can try to get in
But I can't promise anything
And I don't want you here

I've been alone for so long
Relapsed so deep
I cannot feel anything. I choose not to think
Let life pass by. I choose not to care
I feel better inside when nobody's there

I can't be blamed for my fears
When there's no one to save me
Down in the mouth, no reason for joy
And I find myself slipping

CHORUS 1
So I'll wallow in mud. 1,000 degrees
Miserable, sick, sad and diseased
The demons inside are comparably meek
The anger inside, stuffed in so deep

CHORUS 2
Wallow in mud (wallowing, wallowing)
Wallow in mud (wallowing, wallowing)
Wallow in mud (wallowing, wallowing)
Wallow...

(REPEAT ALL, etc.)
Track Name: Angels of Enmity
Deadlocked in dreams, we fall from the sky
Believe in nothing. Just try not to die
Bury ourselves in regret from the past
Hope for tomorrow and pray that it lasts

Chaos. Infinity. Nothing. Divinity
Closing your eyes to see it all
Science. Hypotheses. Religion and fallacy
Open your eyes or you will fall

Push to break to relieve pressure
To think to continue to live
A purple heart. A crucifix
A pentagram. A grain of sand

The spiral. The maze. The path of the beam
Blueprints of nature. Of man and machine
Life and death. Heaven and hell
Politics and superheroes

Numb like a nuclear bomb. Mundane
It doesn't matter anyway
Everything is exactly the same
Nothing can heal you. No one is saved
War and steel mills. Angelic wasteland
Bloodstains from a million rounds
Awaken the ghosts of destruction
It always fucking rains in this town
Always fucking rains in this
Always fucking rains in this
Always fucking rains in this town

Iron atrocity. Technical ecstasy
Avoidant with vacant stare
Maggots on corpses. Violent divorces
Children of sorrow. We pray for tomorrow

The telescope beams down a thousand miles
Taking pictures of decay lurking behind smiles
You can't hide your lies from scientists
We see it all
Peering deep into your nothingness
Like jet planes into walls
Destroy the diode preventing our emancipation
The files have been corrupt
Unplug the breaker holding back the liberation
The motherboard has been fucked
Stop at nothing to key in the override
Don't have the knowledge? Then learn
Serving the server cannot be the only future
It's time to crash and burn

Hasten the angels of pain and despair
Innocuous consequence
The damage is already there