"Time Now" - Latest track.

sacrifice · 01-23-2014, 03:21 PM

https://soundcloud.com/sacrifice/time-now-1

Beat: Me
From the new album currently in progress.

Distracted with pain, passing in vein,
Or a minor disturbance with words.
Rhyming with urgent concern:
I'm collecting state bread to make head way in this wasteland.
A fate stamped in the plains, no answering faith and,
I stay damned, no belief in a Beast,
only serpents on the surface burning freedom for peace.
I mean I'm diseased, out of focus and balance.
Still chasing. No Truth, no Opus allowed.
Still racing, feet to my knees. Hope in the clouds.
Still pacing, permanent patience, perfectly broken and proud
This return is just a desperation, I'll never make it to term.
With nobody to blame but the Herd.
That's what I continue to say, no difference.
We are just a complex reflection of ignorance.
It's wishful to pray, I'm obsessed: dismissing the frame,
without seeing what the image in the picture portrays.
Finished today. But I'll never stop.
The paradox of the addictions we face is measured not,
in the calculus of doubt and pity. Put down your fist,
turn the volume up and take an ounce of this...

It is time now, this is progress
There is no time to lose,
Open your mind, show them your fire,
they will see your truth.

This is soul confusion,
this is home to hope controlling music, a frozen blueprint,
an architect with partly sketched arches and a broken tool set.
I aim high but I can't create a stable floor
lamenting not inventing while my government is waging war.
Stay the course, I didn't set sail to let fail,
Every ambition I've scripted within my head... well
I suppose this is just another go at it.
Time is growth, and change is the pace that you keep,
no static matrix to feed, go have your way with the beat
then maybe they'll see, and pay you some heed.
I've got a baby to feed, I've got a family to nourish,
What's the use of complaining then going to stand in a furnace.
This is greater than any land you could purchase.
This is pain on a canvas for merchants of greatness and manic exertion.
Ex-stasis from panic and hatred and phantom disgracefulness,
Earn it!

It is time now, this is progress
There is no time to lose,
Open your mind, show them your fire,
they will see your truth.

01-23-2014, 03:21 PM	#1
sacrifice Member Join Date: Jan 2014 Posts: 47 Battle Record: 1-3 Rep Power: 0	"Time Now" - Latest track. https://soundcloud.com/sacrifice/time-now-1 Beat: Me From the new album currently in progress. Distracted with pain, passing in vein, Or a minor disturbance with words. Rhyming with urgent concern: I'm collecting state bread to make head way in this wasteland. A fate stamped in the plains, no answering faith and, I stay damned, no belief in a Beast, only serpents on the surface burning freedom for peace. I mean I'm diseased, out of focus and balance. Still chasing. No Truth, no Opus allowed. Still racing, feet to my knees. Hope in the clouds. Still pacing, permanent patience, perfectly broken and proud This return is just a desperation, I'll never make it to term. With nobody to blame but the Herd. That's what I continue to say, no difference. We are just a complex reflection of ignorance. It's wishful to pray, I'm obsessed: dismissing the frame, without seeing what the image in the picture portrays. Finished today. But I'll never stop. The paradox of the addictions we face is measured not, in the calculus of doubt and pity. Put down your fist, turn the volume up and take an ounce of this... It is time now, this is progress There is no time to lose, Open your mind, show them your fire, they will see your truth. This is soul confusion, this is home to hope controlling music, a frozen blueprint, an architect with partly sketched arches and a broken tool set. I aim high but I can't create a stable floor lamenting not inventing while my government is waging war. Stay the course, I didn't set sail to let fail, Every ambition I've scripted within my head... well I suppose this is just another go at it. Time is growth, and change is the pace that you keep, no static matrix to feed, go have your way with the beat then maybe they'll see, and pay you some heed. I've got a baby to feed, I've got a family to nourish, What's the use of complaining then going to stand in a furnace. This is greater than any land you could purchase. This is pain on a canvas for merchants of greatness and manic exertion. Ex-stasis from panic and hatred and phantom disgracefulness, Earn it! It is time now, this is progress There is no time to lose, Open your mind, show them your fire, they will see your truth.