Of Form & Fatal Design

by Recite The Raven

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This is Recite The Raven's final release.
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released August 21, 2015

All music and lyrics written by Recite The Raven.

Produced by Recite the Raven & Ian van Opijnen at the Echoroom Studio in Worcester, MA.
Recorded in Winter 2014-2015.

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Recite the Raven is a 6-piece progressive metal band from Taunton, MA.

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Track Name: Peter The Meter Reader
How long can I live with this doubt
Inception I could choose to be without
Same logic, just an older state of mind
You're helpless like sheep, and you're wasting your time
This year I'll decide to leave you
my feelings were never so true
you're living your life as a ghost
My mood is like weather, it changes in June.

Now, who's ambidextrous now
A pen in your hand
And you're turning it down
Stop avoiding the consequences
When you know that there's no one
To save you now.

And all I see are corporate lies
Their essence and wholeness
Were cloaked in disguise
Leaving me blind and alone
I'm now lost in this world
And I dread the unknown
Lonely days in silence
Makes my mind drift far away
Morals are nothing but a dismal past.

Minority, majority
I am superiority
In this day, and this age
Don't fear the ones without a face
Corrupted capitalist
Tainting the minds of youth
Your propaganda is a sinking ship.

Uncoil the serpent within your mind
For the nightfall begins to retreat
Unlocking this journey is no small task
For deplorable beings shall reap.

Pardon me
As the clock strikes twelve
I will see you in hell
Pleading insanity is useless now
I'll make you regret everything you've ever done to me
You never could taste deceit.

Pardon me
As the clock strikes twelve
I will see you in hell
Pleading insanity is useless now.

And all I see are corporate lies
Their essence and wholeness
Were cloaked in disguise
Leaving me blind and alone
I'm now lost in this world
And I dread the unknown.

Listen up, I’m going to keep it simplistic
Seems the only way there is
To keep your attention
Is to play this pretentious (shit)
Take all your money
Take all your trends
I'll always be here
Burning with my self respect in the end.

Pardon me
As the the clock strikes twelve
I will see you in hell
Pleading insanity is useless now
I'll make you regret every second
You spent gazing at the time you've lost.
Track Name: Resurgence
Where's your maker
Take this beast far away
He is nothing but a pawn in your game
We're exiled
We are forced here to leave
Eternal punishment, benighted reprieve.

Now, the angry mob is here for me
It's time for the final test
How do I escape swiftly
Without killing the rest
Digging the holes
Digging the holes for us to sleep
They're digging the holes
Digging the holes for us to sleep in.

Rot
Beneath
Submit to pressure
The decadence slowly unwinds
Aestheticism towards your values
Clearly they decline
To rate the source, of one's mortality
A lesson learned, my skies forsaken me.

This desperation it grows
My skies forsaken me
It tears my limbs and my soul
Now prepare this eulogy
Let's go
Bury me six feet under below
Bury me six feet under below.

Withered, tarnished, and tired
Without a chance I'm inquired
To suffocate in this man-made hell.

Oh, they have forsaken me
On my last breath
Pick a god and pray for mercy
No, I am one with the soil
I'll replenish all those who have died before me.

Impaired believers
Ignite deceivers greed
Rise from the rubbish
Now, when I live and die
Though modern times
The act of resurgence is continuing on
I live, I die
Through modern times
The act of resurgence is continuing on.
Track Name: Return The Slab (Or Suffer My Curse)
You're thrice cursed
You disregarded all my warnings
And for such selflessness
My swarm will feast yet again.

I have awakened from centuries of sleep
Theres a disturbance in my slumber
My bones, they feel weary
I want to rest in peace
Return the slab or suffer my curse.

You will not barter or betray
This fucking price of man
So tell me where this was buried beneath the sand
This is my curse, unscripted plagues
Surrender now or never be saved.

I know, I know
This noise I brought for you
Contorted, distortions from frequencies
Caused the ringing in your ear
I know, I know
You're an admiral adversary
But I will never
Back the fuck down

Now is the time where your opinions are grave
The sea is impending, unforgiving and the same
As the last one, try to salvage this sunken ship
Hostile waters drown your filthy greed
Left to decay at the bottom of the sea.

Here's to you, for wanting more in life
With the slab in your hands
You'll pay the price
Now the swarm will cover up the sky
In the blink of eye they will arrive
Here's to you, for wanting more in life
With the slab in your hands,
You'll pay the price
Now the swarm will cover up the sky
In the blink of eye they will arrive

Return
What was rightfully mine
I'll watch you rot and decay
Embrace this locus parade
As we seize the day

Feast on flesh, feast on flesh
Hunger no more, hunger no more
Feast on flesh, feast on flesh
Hunger no more, nourish my swarm!

I'll pillage every village in the foreground
Until I get what has been found
I am King Ramses, this is my fucking curse.
Track Name: Of Form & Fatal Design
Assemble the pieces you desire,
I require flesh, call me Victor Frankenstein
Of form and fatal design
For all to see
For all to wonder why
Of form and fatal design
A hideous creation
Will putrefy.

Cutting off limbs and formaldehyde
That is all I've seen through these weary eyes
Some thoughts can't be justified
God complex and chemistry.

Think fast
The enemy of me, now in divinity
Won't last
Absurdity rising through my identity
Now you've seen what disasters have occurred
The villagers now see the monster, rest your soul
And they're bringing the pitchforks
And torches in hand
Time to step up and be a man
Victor, your time ends now.

Of form and fatal design
For all to see
For all to wonder why
Of form and fatal design
A hideous creation,
Will putrefy
Of form and fatal design
For all to see
For all to realize
Of form and fatal design
A hideous creation
Now intertwined with me.

Pillage my innocence
And gather the rabble
A hideous triumph
Ignites their discontent .

I've been waiting for years
To have the control again
Farewell my friend
Oh, the rattling of your rib cage
Oh, the stripping of your vocal cords
Make my incision
In the cranium
Collect contents
Bedridden by a microbe
Snipping the frontal lobe.

This is the sadistic lobotomy
Bring all your family,
They've come to watch me thrive
I feel the flow of my rage
It's coming back
Distance distracted me for the last time
As the stars began to align
Here tonight.

Strike at them,
With every last strain
Of hatred inside
Sweet Elizabeth, this grave was made for two.
Track Name: Level Limit - Area B
Jaded by the dreams I once thought
Were true but I guess I'm dead wrong
Back now for the third time around
Things are getting harder, getting real
I can't feel the same way for the fortunate
The way I used to
I fucking call it quits.

This is a song for the ignorant
Living in a sea of fucking hypocrites
I hope you see what this has done to me
All of those pity years and fucking apathy.

It's so easy to identify
First I'll use the ricen
Then I'll cut you into pieces
And I'll stuff you in a barrel with the hydrofluoric acid
Soon you'll dissolve, and just like that
All of my minor problems will be solved.

Constellations are consuming
Often wrong but never gloomy
This is a song for the ignorant
Blinded in a sea of fucking hypocrites
I hope you see what this has done to me
All of those pity years and fucking apathy.

Euthanize her establishment
Euthanize your establishment
Before It's all too late
What did you come here for
Why are you back here now, yeah.

I saw you, you saw me
No time to run, nor time to flee
I came in bruised and sore
Revenge is my belated whore
Fuck.

You asked for distance,
And that's what I'm trying to give to you
Nonsense and all the hell you put me through
Now your bedroom’s a homicide scene
A front cover in a magazine.

That night I kicked down your door
And spilled your blood on the floor
The way you provoke
It's like you're always begging for more
I can't sleep knowing you're gone
I can't sleep knowing you're dead
The voices in my head said go home and write this song instead.