"Bestirred In The Arms Of Morpheus" genre: Black Metal
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	This song features content primarily composed by myself, Mike Menard. Oliver Herbert, from All That Remains, composed and played the solo. John Maggard, from Unearth, plays the bass on this song. I sing, play all guitars, except solo, sequenced drums and keyboards for this song. It was recorded in my home with Cakewalk Sonar. This is a rough mix.
	CD: Unified Field Theory (working title) Credits: Mike Menard, Oliver Herbert, John Maggard
	Story Behind the Song This song contains prophetic imagery of the future of mankind. It reveals the grim possibilities of life if we do not revamp the way government and big business rule our lives. Lyrics we give up all we can by means of possession just to show them we won’t give in we are only few if you only knew your freedom sold you for blood yet unborn forget what you own there is only what you owe forget your dreams of tomorrow they are filled with sorrow of today beg for simple pleasures granted on the eighth day And in unison as dray horses We line the streets to feed Groveling in misery, Freedom licks their feet Free only to think, but not to act Our punishment for procreation Eternity in abomination I remain bestirred in the arms of Morpheus Please awaken me to a new dawn of quietus The picture’s been painted, Life be the brush Held captive in nations of civil distrust We divide our ideals to the finer extremes Taskmasters billow in communal schemes Empirical results displayed on projected stages We all watch in denial, illusions of mages You’ve been led to believe your voice has a say Upon deaf ears fallen, your words drift astray Dreaming in this fading norm leads us along this distraught course Breathe through your soul and hear through your eyes This medium sympathizes not with your cries Transcend beyond to your timeless mind Forget what you’ve learned There is only what you know Forget their screams of sorrow They are hollow and devoid Beg not for awakening Granted on any given day And in unison as dray horses We line the streets to feed Groveling in misery, Freedom licks their feet Free only to think, but not to act Our punishment for procreation Eternity in abomination I remain bestirred in the arms of Morpheus Please awaken me to a new dawn of quietus The dawn of death marks the seed’s slumber, And upon its inception, your essence can choose to live again or transcend the pales and voids of qliphoth

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