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The Horror Score

by Alter The Tides

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1.
Watch as gravity falls And as the titans crawl Still we feel the strain And enduring pain. Feeding off the flesh of man Gives them power. We cannot give in On this darkest hour. They will try to manipulate you, Turning yourself against you. Don’t believe anything your told From anyone believing there’s a wiser truth Evolution will spawn A Revolution! Push forward not under one And Inertia will become.
2.
Dimensions 04:41
We all own the same conceivable fate, Only altered by irrational faith that holds us down. We must break from the bonds of doubt And guide ourselves with the lending of our own hand. The prophecy you seek comes from the world you try to keep Inside your mind. This crown-less mind Of wisdom and hope Is now dethroned. Fulfill your own prophecy. Pray, beg, and plead for varied divination But until you form your own conclusions, Nothing will change only yourself to blame. Dethroned Entombed in stone Dethroned Entombed in stone
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Pneumatic 05:09
We built this city with the money from our pockets, Freedom’s just a distant memory, no, it’s not this. Remember the day you sold our voices And made us feel like our choices were pointless? We built this city with the money from our pockets. Freedom’s just a distant memory no it’s not this. Our conscious paid, reclaim your voices. There’s not enough sirens in his town, Don’t need this much protection. We built this place from the ground up. This is our home. Pneumatic We built this city with the money from our pockets, Freedom’s just a distant memory, no, it’s not this. Remember the day you sold our voices, And made us feel like our choices were pointless? We built this city with the money from our pockets, Freedom’s just a distant memory no it’s not this. Our conscious paid, reclaim your voices. There’s not enough sirens in his town, Don’t need this much protection. We built this place from the ground up. This is our home.
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We cannot insight the past Obey the gun And we bleed as one We cannot insight the past Obey the gun And we bleed as one Those who protect avoid intellect If we follow their flaws Then we'll end up as pawns In this game For greed, for power The potential is in our stance We’ve been cowards And now sparks shoot from our conscious The circuit’s been made in this electric world We cannot insight the past Obey the gun And we bleed as one Those who protect avoid intellect If we follow their flaws Then we'll end up as pawns In this game Electrify the petrified Engulfed in smoke The fuse has broke Behind our eyes Lies fates design Induce your mind To all self kind We’ve found ourselves in a stalemate war Dethrone yourself Checkmate Leave this empty husk of yourself Own your own sin Checkmate (2x) No greed, true power The potential is in our stance We’re no longer cowards And now sparks shoot from our conscious The circuit’s been made in this Electric World We cannot insight the past Obey the gun And we bleed as one Those who protect avoid intellect If we follow their flaws Then we'll end up as pawns In this game
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(Instrumental)
6.
Anarki 03:21
They evince the innocence of a child! But these children they’re not innocent. They have blood on their hands. Stained by their peers, Pushed in corners hidden away. Any chance to fight but they keep running away Because that’s all that they've ever been taught to do. When you put a gun in a child’s hand, They ask for answers in the form of shards of shrapnel in our backs. They pick out the pieces and replace them with excuses they never lack. But when these children become leaders and our parents coincide, We’re left with no shoulder to cry on or confide. We are the children they left behind! To search for a truth beyond subliminal bliss, We learn from cautious acts of treason, something is amiss. Response begets further response, Shunned for trying to wrought what is right. When you put a gun in a child’s hand, They ask for answers in the form of shards of shrapnel in our backs. They pick out the pieces and replace them with excuses they never lack. But when these children become leaders and our parents coincide, We’re left with no shoulder to cry on or confide. When the gun is in no one’s hands We’ll answer questions in the form of open arms and outstretched minds We’ll form solutions that will stand the tests of time And when were parents and our children need a place to run and hide We’ll provide them with a shoulder to cry on and confide And no one will be left behind
7.
Pyramyds 04:00
He formed them throats, that don’t allow them to talk But we can still hear their screaming He’s gave us minds, that don’t believe their fear is real Forever bleeding From the pain Inherited for selfish reason Our minds empty husks to fill the void in We can’t go on The gears of the food chain are clogged with wrong We will be left behind nature's door. Pain in pain out on the factory floor. He formed them throats, that don’t allow them to talk But we can still hear their screaming He’s gave us minds, that don’t believe their fear is real Forever bleeding From the pain Inherited for selfish reason Our minds empty husks to fill the void in We can’t go on The gears of the food chain are clogged with wrong We will be left behind nature's door. Pain in pain out on the factory floor.
8.
Does god bless your soul? You’ve given up and now they know What it’s like the real human struggle, To Live and die and be fed to the crows. Broken are the paths once paved, For we are no man’s slave. We won’t lay in our cells and rot. End the corporate, mafia. There will be no war Once everyone’s locked up Forever lost in the apocalypse Broken are the paths once paved, For we are no man’s slave. We won’t lay in our cells and rot. End the corporate, mafia.
9.
Burn every victim, in this trip-wire addiction. That we’ve had and couldn’t shake for far too long We see the skin grafts in passing and pay no mind Staged reality, a televised fable. Open your mind and they’ll plant the cable Break from this hell that we call our home Forlorn from self affliction. They’ll leave us all disarmed For fear of lost control End this war, extinguish it’s praise Reduced to nothing more than cinders of a flame As the ashes blow away in the wind We end this vicious cycle. Mend, every victim as a pathetic attempt to save the living. We live, we breathe, but only for the world’s intentions. I’ve seen the worst shit in passing, we’re running out of time. Break from this hell that we call our home Forlorn from self affliction. They’ll leave us all disarmed For fear of lost control End this war, extinguish it’s praise Reduced to nothing more than cinders of a flame As the ashes blow away in the wind We end this vicious cycle. Buy out both ends. Sell out feeble men. Patriotism used to mask morbid temptations, They sold their souls. Exalted now, thriving off exploitation in this war of selfish contention.

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released July 23, 2016

Mix and Master: Travis Foster
Album Artwork: Megan Creney
Lead Vocals: John Wagoner
Lead Guitar/Vocals: Travis Foster
Guitar/Backing Vocals: Jake Washburn
Drums/Backing Vocals: Kelly Banks
Bass Guitar: Nick Owen

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Alter The Tides Bangor, Maine

True metalcore, The 5 piece outfit contains five talented musicians, based out of Bangor, Maine. A signature heavy thrashing, crashing sound of Alter the Tides. Solos, catchy riffs, with an intense rhythm section topped off with a brutal vocal style and the most intense live show you will ever see!

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