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The Mark of Man

by The Mark of Man

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Exordium 01:13
The Albatross Our children and swine, betrothed to the misery we have bequeathed Dressed to the nines in our failures, a pound of flesh, an ounce of sympathy What have we become? This monolith of moral isolation We are their “lords and masters” And we are their only hope With the still hearts in our chests How could we not be ashamed? The child and the sow cower beneath the separation As we tower above, void of indignation This is the autonomous behemoth we have become Free from the weight of the conscience Free from pleas of those below What have we become? This monolith of moral isolation We are their “lords and masters” And we are their only hope With the still hearts in our chests How could we not be ashamed? This heart is cold This heart is dead This heart is ours
Bête Noire 04:08
Bête Noire The bleeding and bloodied stumps point Shriveled fingers painting grievances in coagulated blood And this is what we amass to A gluttonous void of self affirmers and Davidian clones Baring yellowed teeth of judgment and cast stones Vehemently glaring outward but never to reflect We sentence and strike like the wrath of the Golithian Before the tsunami of spite and slant will put us in the ground Reflection has been retired And the sigh of the animus is all that’s left A supporting cast of villains, pariahs, and the proud Not a well wisher in sight To the deceivers, lay a posy of miasma on the grave For the believers, never lain to rest, but laid to waste “We are gathered here today, to alleviate our many insecurities To spit on the subdued and deprecate Vomit eulogies upon the remains”
Like Broken Bones Hooded masses bite through their tongues to keep them still While black eyes look on in glee, we drown in their swill A precedent of myopic trade offs has been set Fathered by moral putrefaction, and mothered by regret “Progress” turns the stomachs of the weak And feeds upon the hearts of lions The imperialist marches forth to conquer and divide “You are either for us or against us, so best you choose a side” Civil liberties buried in a black and white nation ruled by knaves Inhumed alongside those placed facedown in shallow graves Your democracy has been whittled down to a point To drive straight into the heart of non believers With each labored step, soil is turned upon the submissive (And) with each labored step, they lay this treacherous cement Vitriolic foundations protrude like broken bones As your autonomy vanishes beneath the silt and stone
Sleepwalkers 05:19
Sleepwalkers Cold as all life, and blacker than the blackest pitch Sunken dead eyes (hearts), sleeping and sullen Feet dragging, in silence we lumber Forever treading this well worn path Following the bloodied footsteps of our forefathers, the bastards Just as we devour, so too has our conscious been ravaged It hangs in tatters, as a billion hopes dangle by this single thread Waiting to be swallowed by the abyss of human nature As lavish fictions drip from the maw The forgotten hearts seep concrete Out of sight of the sleepwalkers Born into misery, to die broken and alone
Breath of the Penitent Exonerate With your hands to the skies, form the sign that all will be absolved Through stigmata sins, and perfect grins that beckon to us all For only those of the flock of lambs Can hope to grace the promised land While the heathens will be set to burn Forever in your hell As utopian dreams poise, preparing to malign Gold hearts that may have not be cast from the blood of christ Cast off the shackles and flagellate the keeper of gates To become one of the few who are not content to wait For this world to rot away Where thoughts of self void the thoughts of all Where the call of the heavens deafens ears to the sound of now Where a just man is piously defined This is where the selfish over selfless shall reside
Death to Monsanto With a gun pressed to the head, scripts are recited Word for fallacious word The truth swallowed, but never digested A deception so cancerous How can we save ourselves, when the serpents unseen When the contagion lies generations deep The very rights to life itself, swallowed by the leviathan The ‘natural order of things’, distorted by the ego of man Spreading this patented plague, engineered by the partisan How can we save ourselves, when the threat is unseen When the contagion lies generations deep This transgenic virus can never be undone The gene police to burn and plunder Force the faces into the trough, surrender Age old tradition razed to the ground Choke on their bile, we will choke on their bile Burn them all The multinational blinders in place, dollars signs to dig burial mounds Destined to lie in poisoned soil, ‘neath this empire founded on hollow ground
Misadventures in Self Surgery I once bled the colour of poison But you would never understand So far removed from what once was I am now a hollow man The wound could never be cleaned and stunk while cauterized And the crude stitches spelt out every failure I had once denied The heart of the hypocrite So bitter and defined Cut the stitches Reopen the wound Dig deep for the meaning Cut away the rotting tissue Sever the veins that feed every action, every lie Suck the marrow clean from the bone To try in vain to stem the infection or to spread it as far as I can No hope of reparation, defeated long before I began To offer for sacrifice The nihilist or the narrator When they are one and the same The sinner and saviour My hopes, they run like blood As my fictions burn to the ground For shame, the futility These scars, the foulest cross to bear Please let me undo all that has been done This reversal of myself, this reversal of man
Bastille 03:22
Bastille When the hands of man are not bound by moral, nor law, nor life Not bound but funded, fostered and freed Fearful eyes grieve and deafening silence screams The antithesis of empathy, lives void of life unleashed Through bloodless bodies and lifeless thieves The terror of the institution honed and primed Absolute subjugation, no commiseration True nature unmasked, true horror defined The tyrannical and the torturers coalesce Exsanguinate the masses, the bloodlust fed Mouths widen till jaws crack and swell The devil in white revealed, billions residing in your hell Hundreds of thousands of unwilling martyrs to false science every fucking day
Definitions 04:22
Definitions While the vermin and victims claw at the rubble The famine of empathy rewards its vultures well As they feast upon the canaries Long dead in the darkest filth of the coal mines These bones are the mark of man The black eyes of the vulture are the mark of man And it weighs upon my heart like a tonne of coal Combustible and dead The stillness reveals that there is nothing left beneath As the darkest filth flows through their spidery veins The decay in their hearts will return these bones to the blackness of the earth These bones are the mark of man The black eyes of the vulture are the mark of man And it weighs upon my heart like a tonne of coal Combustible and dead
We Sever the Hand That Feeds And silently she breathes to me And I can hear with perfect ears But I cannot make my mouth form the words she needs As this culture of reversals writes us all into oblivion Visionaries blinded, and zealots praised Plunderers rejoice, the faceless razed Conquerors devour while the nameless weep And as she sighs, she deafens me Heretics are burnt, and contracts are signed Freedoms are swallowed, false prophecies divined While the seraphic burn, aphotic wills are freed And as she sighs, she deafens me The empty hope that the hollow cling to Is the halo that sits atop the forbearer’s tomb With bated breath our ancestors lie As they suffocate beneath the weight, they gasp “for shame” The balance of everything is falling apart, and so are we And as all we have known crumbles into the sea The Judases amongst us whisper “Maybe.. it’s best this way” With noose in hand, we all climb the tree
Epilogue 02:00


released July 19, 2010


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The Mark of Man Auckland, New Zealand

The Mark of Man make no compromises. We are angry. We are sorrowful. We want change. We express this through music we find both cathartic and fulfilling. Please listen.

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