Altar from Triage by Synovial

Lyrics:

Tradition keeps the race afloat.
In keeping with the movement.
We hold the torch with the answers carried to us from ghosts.

Possibilities can only exist with sacrifices.
It's coming to the precipice.
Hand in hand, standing tall.
And we cannot manage without it.
We cannot manage without it.

This can only exist with our sacrifices.

Prosperity, sanity is tested through patience.
We need a vessel to pollute.

Injections begin.
All is safer thanks to your generosity.
We needed a vessel.
To contain the pressure.

Surrender your footsteps.
So others may follow.

We are lost to disease.

Surrender your footsteps.
So others may follow.

Forfeit your sons, forfeit your daughters.
Cementing your blood.
Success is a martyr.
(Successes the martyr)

Coagulation.
Set us free.
Bodies ailed cured by bodies frail.

Everything could be set ablaze less the gravity of life keeps us in check.
Tradition saves today.

Malpractice.
Lies.

Chemicals rush through the veins.
This coagulation keeps us safe.
Knife in hand.
The altar stops to pray.

Infections.
Erased.

After all of this, a pathway leads to a new day.
Carry the torch.
With the strength given to us by ghosts.
All from ghosts.

For if we cease the method, we cease to be.
We cease.

• Metal
• Metalcore
• Progressive Metal
• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• Algonquin