The Process

by Bahamut

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credits

released 11 November 2011
Evan Mattson — Guitar
Matt Moy — Drums
Matthew Lorne Clark — Vocals
Terry Peake — Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals, Programming and Synthesis

Produced by — Terry Peake
Engineered by — Bahamut
Edited by — Evan Mattson, Mark Michalik, and Terry Peake
Mixed and Mastered by — Mark Michalik at Drasik Studios
Bahamut logo by — Michael Bielenda
Cover Art & Layout by — Matt Manning
Samples taken from — Witchfinder General, The Pit And The Pendulum, The Last Man On Earth, and Carnival Of Souls

all words and music written by Terry Peake 2004-2008
(c) & (p) 2011 Robot Academy Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
www.robotacademymusic.com

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Track Name: Soapbox Failure
guided by your honored ideals
united in ignorant appeal
powered by strength in numbers
your demonstration will generate no action

and you're a failure
soapbox failure

you say
tonight we stand united and "blessed"
(tonight we stand) united in protest
we'll march and fight to the death
we'll fight, we'll fight to the death

guided by your honored ideals
(soap box)
united in ignorant appeal
(soapbox failure)
powered by strength in numbers
(you're a fucking failure)

"tonight we stand united and blessed"
this isn't progress, this is a protest
"tonight we march and fight to the death"
less of a protest, more of a wasted breath

failure
soapbox failure
Track Name: Burn The Witch
burn the witch
send her to hell's door
burn the witch
destroy the wicked whore

born into subservience
conditioned to fear
the rumors of your services
to the devil have reached all ears

burn the witch
send her to hell's door
burn the witch
destroy the wicked whore

choosing to ignore the seperation of
church and state
validated to administer to punishment for
all you hate

chime the bell 'cause heaven and hell
are "just as real as the world that you see"
chime the bell of ignorance
pray for your soul to be free
chime the bell 'cause fear of heaven and hell
"will" dictate the way we live
chime the bell, chime the bell;
send her straight to hell

burn the witch
send her to hell's door
burn the witch
destroy

burn the witch
destroy
burn the witch, burn the witch;
burn the fucking witch
Track Name: The Chamber
another bigot gets sent to the chamber
we'll put an end to this; you'll get sent to the chamber

so now you're wondering why you've all been brought here
are you still oblivious to your crime?
don't be alarmed now, when we tell you whats in store here
don't ask any questions just get in line
it's time

no narrow escapes for the narrow minded
we'll put an end to this

congratulations, you've been selected for the apparatus
so say goodbye to these prison walls
and choose your fate

no narrow escapes now, no narrow escapes
now choose your fate

so will it be asphixiation
with carbon monoxide?
or will we pull the lever
for a chemical reaction?
feel the horror, and fill your lungs
with hydrogen cyanide
spasms and hypoxia:
you didn't deserve a clean and simple death
so don't hold your breath

don't hold your breath

and they watched and counted as he convulsed
evacuate the witnesses repulsed
he won't return

no narrow escapes for the narrow minded
another bigot gets sent to the chamber
how many ways, now, have you been blinded?
we'll put an end to this; you'll get sent to the chamber

don't hold your breath
you didn't deserve a clean and simple death
don't hold your breath, don't hold your breath
you didn't deserve a simple death
Track Name: Maiden
inflated on your power
giving orders, passing judgment
with the fate of all imprisoned
waiting on your final word
it's never heard
it's never heard

so employ your faceless institution
the plan of action, the execution
a dull bladed maiden
obsessed with the guillotine
let them build their own machine

how many blows, how many blows
to the head will it take
for the mutiny to throw
you into your own mistake

yours was the only head to hit the stone
and you'll never realize that
you've been over thrown

overthrown
and you'll die alone

how many blows, how many blows
to the head did it take
to realize it's your mistake

the only severed head was yours and yours alone
you'll never even realize that
you've been overthrown
Track Name: New Arms Race
a cold war begins
a race no one wins
the heavens have been armed
on ground and above
now watch them fall apart

beneath the bleeding sky
life is erased
this is the new arms race

the warning: one last chance for peace
was lost in hailstorms of debris
our paralyzed communication
systems fail
a cold and lifeless world prevails

a cold and lifeless world
a cold and lifeless world prevails

war
beneath the bleeding sky
life is erased
a cold world
this is the new arms race
this is the new arms race
a cold war begins
beneath the bleeding sky
a race no one wins
life is erased
from ground and above
this is the new arms race
Track Name: False Creation
power taking hold
and they all obey
now create your own doomsday

and all will hold respect for this crown
do as you're told
you give me no reason to step down
and now behold
power to end this world
power to end you now

you give me no purpose
you give me no reason to step down

eradication: becomes your lie
false creation: your own demise

your own demise

power taking hold
and they all obey
now create your own doomsday
Track Name: Bird Of Prey
in the air: the siren song
stand up and deliver
spread your wings and claim your hill
empowered by your ability to kill

a better day you'll never know
so take what you please
and look around at the corpses that you've made

save all the victims heads
make room for the collection
a trophy for your twisted way
of playing games that they can never win

a better day you'll never know
so take what you please
and look around at the corpses that you've made

spread your wings bitch

a bird of prey
with a taste for torture
a serial killer
loses her ability to kill

better days: you used to know
to take what you pleased
to look around at the corpses as they bleed

a better way: you'll never know
to get what you need
so look around at nothing as it's all you've made
Track Name: A Just Retribution
a just retribution
he said
an elegant solution
was had
the sound of the detonation
still rings through your head
that suffers from the mutilation
but you're still not dead

are you still convinced, now, that you were
invincible to the explosive power?
now point your finger and place the blame
but it's over now; you've lost at your own game

with this retaliation
the sounds of the detonation
still ring through your head
but you're still not dead

a just retribution
was had
an elegant solution
he said

has this "quasi" execution
left you in a weakened state?
are you still self-righteous?
or do you feel you've lost your touch
as you turn into everything you hate
stubborn in your ways
did you not foresee your twisted fate

still the sounds of the detonation
torture you with everything you hate

did you not foresee your twisted fate
Track Name: Machine Gun Of God
your lies won't save your "blessed" lives
these guns don't lie

so this war is justified
by a way of life that's based on lies
archaic, outdated:
trapped in reality you create
archaic, outdated:
this is the world that you created
so go forth and claim your land
and the "word of god" will guide you hand

blinded by their promises
that you've secured your fate
and it's simple:
just don't stop feeding the collection plate

and now you say "the end is near"
we say:
you are the very evil that you fear
with these lies

your lies won't save your "blessed" lives
your a slave to the machine; these guns don't lie
these guns don't lie

your lies won't save your "blessed" lives
your lies won't save your "blessed" lives
you'll try and try; you'll be denied;
these lies these lies control your life

so come forth and claim your land
with the "word of god" to guide your hand
a holy war that's justified
by your way of life and all of your fucking lies

archaic, outdated:
the world suffers a "blessed" fate
archaic, outdated:
this is the evil that you create
Track Name: Counting Sheep
the masses are asleep; the masses are asleep
and i'm counting sheep; and i'm counting sheep
the masses are asleep; a fine flock to keep them cozy
the masses are asleep; and i'm counting sheep in human's clothing

don't stray, obey!
politically unwilling to protest
don't stray, give way!
to proudly trust the conventions of past

the masses are asleep, and i'm counting sheep

don't stray, obey!
collectively unconscious of their lies
don't stray, give way!
to make a leap of faith while never asking why

your blind trust of authority
gives a tendency towards conformity
the progress that you keep opposing
makes you nothing more than a sheep in human's clothing

don't stray, obey
throw your choices away

(the masses are asleep) the masses are asleep
(i'm counting sheep) i'm counting sheep
(the masses are asleep) i fear the flock as it's enclosing
beware the sheep in human's clothing
Track Name: The Leech
your life
is overcome by the leech

control
begins to slip out of reach
your life
is overcome by the leech

disordered, confined: the splitting of your mind
now plagued by voices of disease (relapsed into eternity)
dysfunction, frustration: brought into isolation
so paranoid you've lost your speech (your life's controlled now by the leech)

your sanity slips out of reach
now overcome by the leech

control
the world slips out of your reach
your life
is overcome
control
relapse into the disease
your life
is overcome by the leech

the splitting of your mind
relapsed into eternity
brought into isolation
your sanity slips out of reach

control
your life
control
has long past slipped out of reach
your life
was overcome by the leech
Track Name: Paralysis
relelentless words
infest you

relelentless words, demonic
infest you, catatonic
and no one hears your cry
now paralyzed

frozen in time, paralyzed
frozen... in time

pained and motionless
apathetic
suffer powerless
immobile death

rigid
crippled
powerless
immobile death

embrace your soul demonic
your body catatonic
and no one heard you cry
frozen in time
Track Name: The Man You Were
this is the price you pay
don't look back now
don't look back

strike down
strike down

line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
herded from your holding pen
strike 'em down, strike 'em down
a judgment for the life you've led
sort 'em out, sort 'em out, sort 'em out
preslaughter inspection
pray to god as the blood hits the planks
pray for redemption

pray to god as the blood hits the planks
the last thing you'll ever see

strike down
strike down

this is the price you pay
don't look back now, don't look back
'cause no one cares just how it feels
when you're hanging from your heels

this is the life you chose to live
this is the punishment we give
a judgment for the man you were
a judgment for mediocre
Track Name: The Process
in life you were a product
of society, and nothing more
in death you're still a product
to be consumed after fighting a losing war

this is the process
let it be told
you've been processed
and sold

does your achilles tendon ache?
'cause we know it wasn't meant to support your weight
we can't promise that you "won't feel a thing"
'cause we're leaving you conscious to witness the hell we bring

this is the process
let it be told
you've been processed
and sold

in life you fought a losing war

in life you were a product
in death you're nothing more

this is the process
let it be told
you've been processed
and sold