Antebellum Lyrics - Digital Veil - Human Abstract

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth 

And sold them off to thieves 

Now we sell ourselves around 

Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate 

Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war 

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise 

The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed 

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded 

They rise into this world 

Kneeling and trembling before him 

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth 

And sold them off to thieves 

Now we sell ourselves around 

Waiting on knowledge 

Fed to us with a plastic spoon 

Consuming the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased 

With every word spoken today 

Make what you will and understand 

A typical feud nurtured, over many moons passed 

Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war 

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise 

The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed 

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded 

They rise into this world 

Beyond the drought-worn hillside 

A figure appears as the cumulus over us darkens 

We look up to face our fears 

And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and proclaims: 

"Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered simpletons. 

You have nowhere to hide, bow before me." 

The regiments morale dwindles 

As they stare at me I yell: 

"As we perish may our blood that spills 

Be not taken in vain, giving us eternal continuance." 

And as he slaughtered them all one by one 

I watched from a distance 

Waiting for the chance to raise my hand 

"No more, will I be under your manipulation." 

I thrust forward 

With my perceptive glove 

Gathering all my strength 

Thou shalt now disappear 

Bruised and beaten 

Severed head in hand 

The archetype has failed 

Well never forget 

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth 

And sold them off to thieves 

Now we sell ourselves around 

Waiting on knowledge 

Fed to us with a plastic spoon; with a plastic spoon 

Regiments of disconnects 

With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise 

Battlefields colored with creeds 

Their eyes, their eyes blindfolded 

They rise into this world