Fresh is sound across a range of time and in each word we find a troubled mind, no place for space or quest to be, just the sound of eternity... apple still hangs waiting on a tree....


Light low pounding sound, heart beat, rapid
Face behind sheet no figures yet I meet

Oh you the fool, stay here to talk at me
No cast or crew will you ever see
Shallow dreams and schemes come and go
curtained of death will steal you glow

Bright light floods audience in phantom's
they retreat

Blister I will your puny ass
Questions of your place I will never ask
Depths of hell is where you keep best
Read the aspects of your fright filled quest
No honor bestowed no norm to view
I take I give but to destroy you
Pleasure I take in reflection of man
Damn you have been had by my hand

Light low pounding sound, heart beat, rapid
Face behind sheet cast me not the rock of sleep

Powerful as all there is still you can not put me away
Is true with your food you like to play
Red and sweet at your feet you make the crew pray
I have been there now I have gone away
So much power yet me you must keep
How does it feel to be beaten by your sheep

Bright light floods audience a caption in belief
I am liken unto the dark narrative of creator keeps

So it is your piece of shit you come and torment me
It is the same I give you pain far more than you can see
No hope of better you can ever expect to see
In cast of cold you burn quite old for all eternity
A raven stings a mix of wings turned the gargoyle free
Hell is to good a place for the likes of thee

Light low pounding sound, heart beat, rapid
Face behind sheet ripped and spun in the sun of
every place you been I will send for you another friend

You blew your load in 03 now still you come to face and talk to me
chains you craft in words and sound still in place kick your ass around
Man the fixture in the middle of the road all the power you have
Still his will continues to break your mold perfection does you well
Seems you like to visit here in my little hell bow low you say
What worse thing can you do to me today

Bright light floods audience in truth it is a place where every figure is
cast to the human race

So much pleasure I take in turning your face into the ground
pain there is no name what I give to you and in the wings of hate
I administer all I can find to you to you this is great so great
I take the will and twist it in a puzzle and call it your fate your fate