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The Citadel

by Heir to Madness

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Refuge in a plastic bottle, or on TV Or in one tiny pill that soothes and sets you so free But look here you found just what we led you to We’re so proud, you’ve not a clue Which you to show who, you’d like to be through The real you is so subdued within this inner feud To be the few and far between, who can seem To clean their hands of this evil machine The gears turn endlessly; just swallow your penance please The seeds of our vanity sprout fleas of black disease The seas wake of your stake in your face Is laced with the last trace of our dying race The hating, the faking, the lying, the taking The hiding, the tithing, the fighting, denying Pseudo concerns and phantom choices We’re all held captive by these vacant voices That draw you to fit, inside of this cage of chains Where you remain to reign Over all the lies that make your ties to all the cries inside Besides you can’t leave the pain behind You’ll find that all your kind is ever so blind You and them can only pretend To marshal the strength within to mend this coming end Or begin to see the grin on the lips of this apocalypse Or come to grips with this horror Guess its snore, or war, or learn… The feeding, the breeding, the needing is seething The longing, the bombing, the taste for belonging
Bliss 06:31
Bliss Be that as it may, I'm lost in endless replay Memories charred and burned, never to return An eternal static of lies, a child-like lullaby Encased in one single frame, to forever remain unchanged Blissful psychosis, take your throne eminence They tried and they failed, the Lethe's waters run deep They're terrified, to bear witness to such heresy The Gardens of Babylon lie asleep inside your head What could easily be, lies so cold and dead Aimlessly treading some path, nothing new is forecast A one-way street to your grave, Soon there'll be nothing left to save
Wondrous Wrath Watch your tone, son And don’t provoke the mighty ones Their swords blaze And cut the night, or your face We lay at their feet And pray we don’t make a sound Lest we may, incur their Wondrous wrath, their terrible wrath But if you can, just look away Or if you can, just run afraid Walking so swift He deftly braves the bitter cold But steps will soon falter Under the weight of days With eyes over shoulder Hand over fist They’re ending his distinctiveness No discrimination In the fire they lay Run for cover And cry yourself to sleep The giant stalks And preys on the weak Too sick to defend Your walls cave in, Your pitiful walls No one can save you now Walking so swift He deftly braves the bitter cold But steps will soon falter Under the weight of days With eyes over shoulder Hand over fist They’re ending his distinctiveness
Manhole 07:35
Manhole You betray, you lead with fear, you enslave Next stop the grave, here's a shovel Now dig yourself a hole My arms are tired from trying to shake you awake You don't want to hear this from me So hurry shield your ears and don’t speak This heretic is now descending Upon waters once clear and calming To wash away an endless maze, a crying face, and listless days We've broke this ground a thousand times These stones of chance without substance Who'd like to see this well run dry? Water to cleanse this deathless lie Forget all you know, throw it all away Sleep now and wait for death pray it comes swiftly
Arbiter of Somnolence Lost and searching The plateau a stones throw No footprints to follow Your calls ring hollow Adrift in an ocean of loathing With no rudder to steer your way And no anchor for purchase No one to stand beside No one to hide behind Apparently I can lead you to water But I can’t make you think Eyes sealed and don’t blink For the talons in your back And the hands at your throat God forbid you to act This house of cards is stacked You wage a war That can’t be won Almost too far to be undone Easy for anyone to see It’s your own ideas That keep you sick and weak And jailed without question Get a clue, your God is killing you
Last Line of Defense As winter lays claim Grim remains, lost and insane Would you pardon the souls? Left forsaken and all alone Would your river run dry? With a dagger laid at your side It’s almost serene God this can’t be happening Water now at our heels And cool mist on our face Now there’s nowhere Left to run There’s no escape No way to retaliate We held our breath But still choked and eyes burn Lost in white And no one in sight Would you lessen your hold And lose touch with those grasping souls Would your beaches lend faith Or your waves carry us away
Siamese Suicide I watched you crumble And I watched you die Falling slowly to your knees I destroyed everything You are in me I watched you wither And I smelled your decay A special blade To help you On your way And a flame burn You away Just one more Broken chain Cut wrists and Red blood stains I take one step And leave your pain A fitting end to your Tortured reign


Heir to Madness is Jason Wiscarson's solo project. It's a dark and brooding melodic whirlwind. Commanding, yet sophisticated drums augment ethereal and sometimes scathing guitars. Clean and other-worldly vocals top it off for an unusual counterpoint of haunting beauty and unforgiving aural assaults.


released September 1, 2008

Copyright Jason L Wiscarson


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