Virtue Of The Vicious

(2015) Claimant
01. Wry
02. Ashes beneath my tongue
03. Vermilingua
04. Inexorable motion



01. Wry

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
-Robert Frost


Tearing our minds apart from the skulls
We seek to find what never hides
Introverted thoughts weighing us down
Gleaming with doom, they break us in half
Searing wounds show no life
When there’s nothing left inside
Just the red flesh kept alive
By the aching soulless cry
Hunt the secret, take it down
Pierce the vessel, let us drown
Burn the throne and break the crown
Lift the veil of renown
Show us what’s behind the gown

…Wry…
…Smile…

Gouging faceless creatures
Hungry nescient souls
Never finding answers
Of the untold
…Lies…
We all bathe in
…Cries…
The secret never
…Dies…
We all bathe in
…Cries…



02. Ashes beneath my tongue

We have only so many dreams
Left to shatter and redeem
Glacial blades are sunk in flesh
No more voices left to thresh
I have kept my thoughts aligned
For too long we stood blind
To the hatred of our kind
Why?
Blades that melt leave no trace
of the endless black disgrace
Cold smoke seeps from throat
Escaping our grasp, we lose the road

Lives in abeyance left much time
To reconsider and re-do the crime
Hollow threats we grew up on
Now just echo with the new son

Sour is the air around your body
Foul are the tears running from your head
The hollow shell that is your skull
Echoes with the lies of past
Empty and shallow, the void is vast
Bend in obsolescence, your time has passed
Accepting the future, when there is none
We have come and we have gone



03. Vermilingua

We’ve been running so far, we can’t breathe
We’ve been lost for so long we can’t see
We searched for ourselves, but we found fear
‘’Soon’’ They said, the end is near.

With anchors in our spines we strive toward the skies
Tangled are the lines which show our failed tries
Keep the poison in the mouth, swallowing the pride
The never ending snout will always chide

Tear your nerves out for the sake of survival,
Chew your own tongue to silence the rival
Despondent ubiquity kept us all docile
Long before you tried to dig out the fossil

Born and raised, torn and praised
Soured blood kept us hazed



04. Inexorable motion

“Justice belongs to those who claim it, but let the claimant beware lest he create new injustice by his claim and thus set the bloody pendulum of revenge into its inexorable motion.”

--Gowachin aphorism--



Endless cycle in which we dwell
Waiting for our own death knell
Soon the judgment falls upon
The one whose last breath’s already drawn!

We are running for our sakes
We fail to see our own mistakes
Drowning hubris takes us down
To where no man can wear a crown

No man can claim our rights are same

In this little fairy tale there is no one to be blamed
For the justice that you preach, you are nothing but a leach
Drink your poison, have no doubt, It is better that you spout
Words that burn through all our skin, rot and fester deep within
Redemption in the reach of arm
Take it, burn them, there’s no harm
No gods shall overcome
The guilt and shame of what you’ve done

No man can claim our rights are same