The Urge -single

The Urge is inspired by the rising spring light filtering through the cracks of the coffin lid.

The Urge


I want to find something I was looking for
I need to feel everything that’s not pure
I hear your footsteps walking away
I see no one’s looking for me
(It’s calling me)

Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)

I hear you, you don’t hear, hear a single word I say
In my eyes, in the darkness, illuminated shape
(It’s calling me)

Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)

I finally found what I was looking for
My heart was never pure
(It’s calling me)

Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)
(It’s calling me)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)

(There must be something, must be something)
(There must be something, must be something)
(There must be something, must be something)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)
Duu-duu-duu-duu-duu
(There must be something, must be something)

Karma Chamber


I gathered a fortune, I lived on a hill
Looked down on the valley, I swallowed the pill
I crushed my enemy with my self-inflated ego
Cared only of myself, built a mausoleum of gold

The zen of man, my body is dead, but still feels though
The zen of man, the skin peels off as does my ego

I controlled the masses, fooled them with my lies
The moans of my victims, I silenced by bribes
Convicted and sentenced, I never served time
The more I raged, the more I thrived

The zen of man, my body is dead, but still feels though
The zen of man, the skin peels off as does my ego

Blaming the victims, praising the unforgivable
The Karma’s a bitch when you’re a spoiled brat grown old
When you’re thrown from your pedestal and shunned by your peers
Tucked away in the chamber, to suffer for your deeds

The zen of man, my body is dead, but still feels though
The zen of man, the skin peels off as does my ego
The zen of man, my body is dead, but still feels though
The zen of man, the skin peels off as does my ego
The zen of man
The zen of man
The zen of man