Training for Utopia/Zao "the split ep"

Modus Operandi, r. clark
you know waht? i heard something, not long ago. and now it echoes. it bothers me. it makes me sick. it proves your filth. i know your secrets. you aren't a model for a demon. mend your words. your lies are bleeding. convince someone else of your shoveled-in confidence. buried away, but i know. and if i had my way, a thousand eyes would witness. you point your finger at me with one foot in your grave. liar.

Skin Like Winter, d. weyandt
ashes to ashes dust to dust beautiful child turning into stone with your eyes so dim i shudder bitterness runs through your soul like small children confusion dances in the dusk of your mind exchange your blessings for deceptions good night kiss skin like winter cherished one fading away i can see your breath beginning to resurrect into death hiding scars back laces with splinters audience of a congregation make your way to the front close your eyes and grieve you played your part so well

Police John, Police Red, r. clark
good friend, i know that you can't see with your hands on your eyes. i tried. you lied. no more taking chances. no more chances. your face is a mask, i can feel it. no one is a sucker for you. if i could, i would, i would steal it. i'd steal it away from you to breathe. breathe. i'm holding my passage. i fall to the ground. you are laughing at me. you are dying, you fool. a death parade, this way comes. i'm holding a banner of white. i hear them stomping. wearing upside-down smiles. i spit to make mud. and i drown myself in. i'm digging you out from a downgrade and i'm dragging you under the stars to breathe. breathe. come armageddon. come armageddon.

Walk On By, Walk On Me (the pianist's prophecy), d. weyandt, b. detar
your tongue pierced my fagile heart careless words are daggers thrown unaware unapproachable unwilling silence from a sounding voice you entwine praise with curses your words burn like hell itself silence from a sounding voice all this by the tongue created your words become hell itself i lay bleeding in the flames the tongue creates it tongue...