Plot
Detective Michael Tabb knows the city of St. Louis inside and out. He has felt its true heart, as much as its dark underbelly: but he does not know who, in both the dark and light - is taking the lives of young girls. He only knows that their burned and broken bodies are washing ashore along the Mississippi River, never to return home. He wears the scars of the one time he got close. Now, he's living in the darkness himself, perhaps too deeply. His physical pain is matched only by the pain he feels each time another young girl goes missing or washes ashore. Self-medicating to both ward away and embrace this killer, he falls farther from his light. Truth be told, the closer he comes to death by his own hand, the closer he gets to solving the murders.
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An empty stare, a stupid grin.
Sweating palms and cold within.
Delete past calculations, adapt to a brand new breed.
Sudden movements, the smell of caffeine
Won't ever see me turning the other cheek, tooth for a tooth, I want more than you lies.
Won't ever see me walking away, not forgiving, I won't admit that I'm wrong.
Can't rid the disease, a need of release, the source will pull you under.
Can't rid the disease, a need of release, or a way to end it.
Twitching muscles, an aching head.
Brain hurting, unable to think straight.
A great future would have been, among the lost.
Among deceivers, like himself.
Wont ever see me...
An empty stare, a stupid grin.
Sweating palms and cold within.
Delete past calculations, adapt to a brand new breed.
Sudden movements, the smell of caffeine
Won't ever see me turning the other cheek, tooth for a tooth, I want more than you lies.
Won't ever see me walking away, not forgiving, I won't admit that I'm wrong.
Can't rid the disease, a need of release, the source will pull you under.
Can't rid the disease, a need of release, or a way to end it.
Twitching muscles, an aching head.
Brain hurting, unable to think straight.
A great future would have been, among the lost.
Among deceivers, like himself.
Wont ever see me...
Can't rid the disease...
(rage)
End of conversation
It smashed my perfect views
The stage I act upon's a bomb
I'll only light the fuse
(denial)
There is no way I'll find my end
I'm strong I won't descend
With turmoil I will now oppose
Corrupt the roots of pain
Mist inside my head
(darkening)
I've done such things I don't regret
With pride I see my downfall
The first of millions to go
I'm shattered without savior
(bargain)
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of six six six like Faust
For one more time of being around
Deny the holy ghost
I'm descending feel my ending not afraid of one pale death
(acceptance)
One more drink before I leave
One more kiss before I go
One more sunshine till I rise
We hared the blare to fight again
Loading the guns for the ultimate destruction
Millions around are gone they're dead
About to break the front line again
Their troops are near I sense they come
I feel their fear it smells like mine
We' ll disappear like rats again
The second front, oppose and die
Moving
Back to no man's land
Kill the bastard's son
Poisoned by the gas
Better them than us
I rule the ground I don't belong
Among carnal reasons
Beyond all I'm in control
I command men which are long gone
I'm shell shocked
Nobody wants to die in vain
Bound to survive nothing to gain
With self conceit the pure we kill
We're primitive with dark desires
Nothing to see beyond the line
No one out there to complete my crime
Have no respect for my believes
Last night they even killed the priest
Nobody cared for us
Disposable but honored
Our cry for help has died
We die in land we borrowed
Supplies are long time gone
Whose god has gone so wild?
I have become a bait
One with the mass a self made prison
Pursuit of cash your only mission
A life on credit so full of interest(s)
Under their rates they have you crumbling just like insects
You know no pride you have no vision
You live your life like an executive decision
Submit and wield no room for rejects
Through uniformity you are shaped to serve their interests
How do you wanna be remembered?
What will you leave behind
You judge the others by what they own
This kind of rationale has put you into a mold
Day after day year after year
Commute to work your life has gone by in an instant
You judge the others by what they own
This kind of rationale has put you into a mold
Day after day year after year
Commute to work your life has gone by in an instant
You are dead to me you are nothing to no one
You'll never be free
You are dead to me you accomplished nothing
You died on your knees
Through constant pressure we are called to make some choice
Live by their consequences learn to raise our voice
How do you wanna be remembered?
What will you leave behind?
How do you wanna be remembered?
I thought the hypnoses had crossed too many lines
Nobody asked for u to be my fucking savior
I was alone when I was spitting on my pride
Nobody cared for what I tried with my behavior
Jumping on the core shot
Jumping all around
Jumping on the core shot
Slaughtered!
The sense of absence overcoming my horizon
The undesired posing , crawling down his head
Like that you see it's all behind a dreadful cover
First read the book and then go judge up on a man
Jumping on the core shot
Jumping all around
Jumping on the core shot
Slaughtered!
Laying on the crossroad
Laying on the ground
Jumping on the long shot
Slaughtered!
Jumping on the core shot
Jumping all around
Jumping on the core shot
Slaughtered!
Descending lower scared to see my reflection
My strength so far I can not reach for my self
In this great dyne so powerless and confused
I just let go but still it happens again
I broke my bones up on a still made wall
The only thing I cared, those fucking illusions
Reacting to the world the best I could
Those intrusions in your life
Foreteller of the days to come
Enslaved by an invisible wicked kind
Daemons of your innocence in furious fun
Slowly emerging unfolding
The vicious trap
Absorbing the life line consuming
The human kind
Cleansing of old memories
Of freedom and how it should be
Destruction of all things to come
Absorbing row pornography
Slowly emerging unfolding
The vicious trap
Absorbing the life line consuming
The human kind
Serpents rising
Ages of blindness
Torment inside lies
Heroes are hollow
Comply to poisonous authorities
Savages are conquering with hypnosis
Claim through fear and sweet deceit
Opposition made you bleed
Slowly emerging unfolding
The vicious trap
Absorbing the life line consuming
Don't forget your screaming needs
Drowned into your searing bliss
Take no time to cure your self
Make a foe out of your best
Make your stand till the end
I'm not real I'd better disappear
Trapped inside worse intents
Enemy rises inside your head
Made you fool act like a tool
Separate you know it's time to wake
You always feed the hunger right
It brings the power out of you
Although disgusting still it's fine
Worship the temple of all lies
Hallowed being choose to sin
Purged inside you have become the crime
Heal the wounds pure baptized
You are free restriction exorcised
Tempt the flesh tempt your mind
You don't need the one you left behind
Scared to breath still inhale
Enemy like poison through your veins
The sense of enemy appears
Abandoned clear minded state
Obey false abnormal crimes
Confusing state of inner pride
Like blinded child abuse
Nothing to loose
Reborn in darkened time
You know which nails to use
The beast rises within
You crave the taste of sin
Subnormal state of mind
It's time we knew what we have done
The malice brought up on us all
A modern plague to sweep the world
This premise's written in our code
Cast in stone truth no more join with the lost
Lives are dissected and sold
This endless morbid voyeurism
Will threaten to devour us all
The caste of ravens in control
They feed the masses what they want
Oh god of ratings bless us now
We're selling prime time of our souls
Pray for death pray for rape let there be war
Then we'll sympathize with the lost
The more of suffering we sip
The suffer we feel in our home
Aaaargh bringing out the dead
The pain the hate the misery
Till our collective hunger's fed
Aaaargh bringing out the dead
The greed, despair and avarice
Till our collective needs are met
Emotions are commodities
They're nurtured by our TV screens
Alleviate your sense of guilt
By selling publicly your sins
Dignity sympathy they are foreclosed
Ultimate submission the goal
The underprivileged are whored
Lack of compassion and control
Aaargh bringing out the dead
In our minds in our homes
Nothing's ever left unsaid
Aaaargh bringing out the dead
In our hearts in our souls
Brought u inside
Made u define
Made u feel the process
Build in pain
Saw u abstain
Up to see the losses
Throw out the pigs
Start to blame
World is insane
Bastard soul's illusion
Take back time
Come n' refine
Pending raw confusion
Dead inside
Martyr of hope
Wake up Armageddon
Made to bleed
Now you can breed
Downward elevation
Throw out the pigs
Deeds in rust
Breathe their last
Now escape the under
Hit them back
Cowards will fall
Let them feel the anger