 
A block so thick, taller than our vision.
We're pushing against a formal version of time.
Born dead but came alive,escaping time left behind.
A place stuck, a culture fucked, made of gold sitting ducks.
The ambition drops, falling with our depth - another form of earth created silent regret.
A fib so thick, taller than our vision.
Try not to buy it: A formal version of lies.
| 1 | Sixth Extinction | 
| 2 | Beat Rolls On | 
| 3 | Fabricated Progression | 
| 4 | In Memory Of Our Lives | 
| 5 | Pigs Wear Blue | 
| 6 | Hope Until We Can't | 
| 7 | Gold Cross | 
| 8 | Deaf Ears, Silent Voice | 
| 9 | Deciever's Voice |