8-string guitar churns out heavy guitar rhythms that accompany very technical guitar tapping techniques, backed by wickedly heavy drum beats. Lyrics cover a dark theme of the devolution of humanity, as we injury our legacy in the name of progress all the while steadily marching toward our certain demise.
All Rights Revered, Weapons Of Orion 2017
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After 25 years of playing and performing, I put pen to paper and focus to intention and wrote, performed, recorded, mixed and mastered my debut EP titled Idle Divine. Born in '81 and partying through the 90's, music was raw and real then. Not overly produced, and in defiance of pop culture and corporate gains. Those are my artistic roots and the foundation for these works. Raw, real, no pitch correction, and no shits given about walking in the lines.
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Our torrid obsessions, the horrid confessions
We turn our torches into weapons, scorched the earth and lost our way in the dark
This beautiful wasteland where we find our minds diluted in these times
This sinners delight too hard to turn away your indulgence you may
Partake in insidious excess, don't save a taste for any of the rest
We've run aground on the rocks of time, we've crossed the proverbial line
Divided we conquer, conspiracies conjured in the dark
United we wander, disillusioned in the dreams we all once shared
The ruins they haunt us, another society has burned
The twilight dimming in your eyes, chasing shadows from the light
This beautiful wasteland, we're just wasting time - praying to the idle divine
Their twisted Morality obfuscates the truth, their lies are bullet proof
It's too obscene, yet I can't stop staring at the wreck
My stomach turns, the acrid smell as the bodies burn
We've pushed on too far to turn back now, there's no telling if we'll ever fucking learn
Here comes that rising tide, to wash you off the rocks and carry you away into oblivion
This beautiful wasteland, we're just wasting time - praying to the idle divine
Their twisted Morality obfuscates the truth their lies are 40 proof
A return to intelligent discourse
lead the horse to water, but you can't make him drink
You can show the idiots knowledge, but you can't make them fucking think
This beautiful wasteland where we find our minds diluted in these times
This sinners delight too hard to turn away your indulgence you may
Partake in insidious excess
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