Antebellum Lyrics
| Song | Antebellum |
| Artist | The Human Abstract |
| Album | Digital Veil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 regiment’s morale dwindles | |
| As they stare at me | |
| I yell:"As we perish may our blood that spillsBe 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 | |
| We’ll 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 |
| 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 droughtworn 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 regiment' s morale dwindles | |
| As they stare at me | |
| I yell:" As we perish may our blood that spillsBe 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 | |
| We' ll 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 |
| 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 droughtworn 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 regiment' s morale dwindles | |
| As they stare at me | |
| I yell:" As we perish may our blood that spillsBe 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 | |
| We' ll 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 |
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